A DARK ROAD


  Surrounded by trees, so old on either side, a dark road,
 far and wide,


  It is said that this road steals what and whom passes on by 
  On a certain night.


  The sun never shines on this long and winding road that 
  creates many cries,


  Within the trees, beyond the road that rests in darkness, 
  Sleeps a mystery.


  A quiet morning drive across the country seems peaceful, 
  But something waits,


  A dark road exists, as all around it, something wakes and
  Waits for total darkness.


  Beautiful hills, and mountains have been here for so long but 
  There's a new resident here,


  An evil force, could this be a monster that's never seen, a dark      
  road where dreams are taken away.

                      Keith Garrett

                     A CHANCE TO SEE


  A chance to see fore never have i been able to walk 
  In light,

  A chance to watch the sunrise as never before seen but 
  Dreamed.

  A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as the wind 
  never seen,

  A chance to see the mountains that I never thought a reality.


  A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky drifting slowly by,


  A chance to see the waves in the ocean only heard through 
 A
 
chance to walk without a cane, to be free, walk, and see,


  A chance to see a smiling face that might smile back at me.


  A chance to see all the things that I have always dreamed,


  A chance to see what's never been before these eyes,


  A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.


                                Keith Garrett

                       HAPPY FATHERS' DAY

                                    DAD


  I think of you often, memories are great,




  Remember when they weren't memories but real?




  Wow! Dad, you left and went away so many Fathers' days 
  ago,



  Part of me went with you back when I was a child at only 
  Seven.



  You have been loved forever, If this time on Earth is how 
  You're measured,



  Another Fathers' Day Dad, a most happy one to you, peace 
  Always.
                             Love you, Dad
                                     Keith

                            JERRY WEST

                              MR. CLUTCH

  Nineteen thirty eight, born to a family, this  West 
  Virginia boy,


  Jerry West would one day be one of the greatest ever.



  His father was a coal mine worker, abuse and pain,



  A shotgun under his bed, in fear that he may be hurt again.



  East bank  high school, West Virginia university, Zeke from 
  Cabin Creek,


  Nicknamed Mr. Clutch, famous buzzer beating, sixty foot 
  Shot,


  Game three of the nineteen seventy NBA finals against the 
  Knicks.


  Fourteen straight all star appearances for this great Lakers star,



 The NBA logo, his silhouette, "Mr. outside" his great 
  Perimeter play.


  Purple gold uniform worn by a man, down the floor, game 
  after game,


 A nineteen seventy two, thirty three game win streak, and a 
 ring.


  Many records set from college to the pros, a hall of fame 
  Player, Jerry West.
       Keith Garrett

                         WHERE THE GEESE DREAM

 
   I think of a place, hidden from the world,


  A secret land, safe from mankind, still with beauty.


  Within these trees and plant life sits a lake like glass,


  So calm when the air is still, moves slowly within a breeze.


  There is a sound of peace here, frogs and fish move along 
  quietly,

  There is a mystery about this world, they come as one, never 
  Seen.

  A special place, left untouched by those who destroy what is 
  Beautiful,

  When you step into it you will be stunned by these
   Creatures of thousands.

 Here is where there is peace, this is where the Geese 
 Dream.
                  Keith Garrett

                              A BASEBALL DREAM    



   On a farm he grew up, the early days of the game,   



  A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.    



  He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,



  Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.



  Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,



  His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last 
  chance.


  For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,



  A baseball dream before he faded into the night.


                            Keith Garrett

                                      1969


   I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,


  I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.


  Riding my bike, and a deadly Halloween night, that's 
 Right,

  I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a 
  Family.

  Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish 
  World.

  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was 
  The man,

  Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel 
  were grand.

 Scooby -Doo, and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I 
  Think of you,

  Baseball with the miracle Mets, Bill Russell, and the 
  Champion Celtics.

  Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, 
  Charles Manson, and history,

 The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, 
  Led Zeppelin, And a tune.

 1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed with
  My day.

                                         Keith Garrett

                   1943 NICKEL


   A nickel I came upon, old is its age,


   Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.


   When it was made, which first pocket did hold,


   A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.


   Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio, 


   As time went by possibly a singer or Olympian.


  A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,


  A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where 
  Could it be?

  Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has traveled,


  Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?

      Keith Garrett