THE SAME BENCH

As children, friends were we always hanging out,

In the park throwing a football, playing frisbee.

We were like most kids never worrying about the future,

We spent many Summers playing in the sun, running into the years.

There was a bench we would sit on after running around, made of wood,

Laughing and telling jokes, we were the best of friends until the sun set.

My friend went away, life moved on beyond those days, older we became,

As fate would have it we again found one another through the mysteries of life.

The magic of childhood goes away but I believe a piece of it is always there,

We walked and talked, back to the park too where we laughed, we sat on the same bench.

Keith Garrett

DREAMS’

Dreams’ like the hopes and wishes that rest In our hearts’,

Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, like you.

Dreams’ are a look into the future of our wanting thoughts’,

Reasons’ and seasons’ for them to be or be not.

Dreams’ may bring love to a heart so lonely and of care,

What Is a dream If never with another shared?

I dream of one day when a dreamers’ heart finds mine,

We’ll walk as one but two different lives.

Keith Garrett

A MOMENT IN TIME

A speck of dust, just a trickle of water,

Soon would blow with the wind and dry into nothing.

Our time is now for we are a whisper wanting to be heard,

A short period for laughter, remembered for what we leave.

For so long has time existed, the world, the universe so large,

We are but a fragment, a particle of all that was created.

A moment in time was this gift we were given from God above,

A moment to see and love all there is to understand from this.

Where we go from here we shall not know, but hold no fear,

Like many fallen leaves from a tree, we are one, we disappear.

Keith Garrett

MY STORY I TELL,

HE SAILED THE SEAS

My father, he was a sailing man on the Newport News, a navy man,

He stood on a ship across the seas to foreign lands before I knew of he.

Oh father dear, just what things did you see,

Around the world, you traveled so long ago.

Father of mine, what were you like as a boy,

Did you dream of the sea, did you dream like me.

I know you wrote of poetry, words today I write like thee,

You traveled around the Korean war,

It didn’t do you in as this land did.

Were you drunk or were you blind when you stood so high above the ocean shore,

What were your thoughts, were you thinking at all,

Why didn’t you hide from the deadly fall.?

You’re up in the sky in heaven so high, daddy dear please tell me why,

You died too young, you left me behind,

The more I think of you, the older I find.

You were a navy man, you’re sailing again, across the heavenly seas is where you be.

Keith Garrett Always thinking of you.

MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN

About a land so far across the sea, stories of knights from days lost,

Castles of stone standing through centuries of tales told, those who know.

Kings and Queens ever since this Island was discovered back in a dream,

Magical wizards are fables of men said to them as a child long ago.

Those dressed in armor, a King by the name of Arthur and a sword,

A legendary table of round sat Knights so long ago on shores unseen.

Princes and Princesses dancing at parties of royalty in a far off land,

Common men and women lived together and begged for food, a hand.

Woods of old England, warriors, and Knights with bows and swords,

Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book of tales.

Along the river, lakes of swans gliding across the mirrored glass,

Over the hills where the whispering winds watch the grass dance.

In the English night sky, through the known expected fog of the land,

A rising moon shines its glowing light upon the trees, upon these shores.

Seasons of many centuries witnessed by a people with voices of sound,

Sir Lancelot dressed for battle riding high upon a dark horse into forever.

Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings spread, soaring,

Breath of fire it is told they possess, demons brought to life in a dream.

Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of heroes wander in mist,

Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung in green meadows,

A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.

Keith Garrett

LIFE ITSELF

An amazing, wonderous, miracle it is,

We all are given this chance of life.

To be born, to breathe, to see the light of the sun,

This gift from God to experience and see the beauty of all things.

If we’re fortunate to laugh more than we cry,

Walk our road with peace, if so lucky then hand in hand

With the love of a special one.

With all this comes pain and sorrow at some point,

We gain and we also lose friends and family.

Scars we carry are a reminder of both sides of life,

Life itself is a mysterious walk in the woods.

A stroll on a beach within an instance may end,

We all have our time to die, it’s been written.

Not knowing really when as each precious moment must be treasured,

Life itself is the most asked about story, the answers are coming.

Keith Garrett

THE BALLAD OF A MAN

The sun keeps going down, no ones ever around,

No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the floor,

The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter and some sorrow.

Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away before Spring was awake,

My dad’s been gone since I was a little boy, laughter and joy in between my sorrow.

Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from yesterday and friends,

I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders where he’s going.

Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, do they have the same names,

I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an ex-wife I have never even liked,

This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in his life all that he can.

Keith Garrett

BEFORE YOUR SOUL

Where are you before you are you,

Billions of years, molecules exploding in time.

Born to this world millions of years before,

A man, you don’t speak in words but a screech.

Your first thoughts are of survival, food, and water,

Your mind and body are most unusual, not of today.

Fire has not been learned, day and night, sun and rain,

These are to you a mystery, so much you will learn,

Before your soul was created, a man you are related.

Keith Garrett

I AM THE TIGER!

I roam through the jungle, this is my home,

My daily survival depends’ on the skills’ I’ve been taught.

To find my own way, too search for food,

is every day, these things’ that I do.

I’m fast and strong, part of what I am,

If I growl as I move, they know coming I am.

My colors’ and stripes say I am the tiger,

I’m a cat by nature, I live by the fight.

Keith Garrett

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RAIN?

Has anybody seen the rain,? it went away on a trip to where,

Lost is it, I hear it’s been seen roaming the sky over far off lands.

Why doesn’t it like to visit here anymore, it’s been such a while,

I remember how the clouds would gather each time and get ready.

You could smell it in the air, the winds would change, lightning and thunder,

When it began to fall I would turn my face to the sky and let it drop upon my face.

It used to be a friend and water all the beautiful plants until it went away,

Now the land is in trouble as it begins to dry up, will it crumble and turn to dust.?

Will the plants and shrubs turn to brown removing their color as they slowly die,

When will the people feel the thirst as the precious water taken for granted

Is no longer there, what happened to the rain, will it ever return again.?

Keith Garrett