LUCKY MAN

To each day he rises a bit sleepy eyed but he rises,

Clouded may the sky be of darkness or sunshine.

He walks the land taking in the air blessed upon,

What is seen by this man is love and life, it’s seen.

He knows the magical art of making one laugh,

Now the laughter lost by he has been re-discovered.

Treasures of happiness are all around, easily noticed,

No more blindness of an eclipse to the sight, lucky man.

Nothing needed, everything’s at his feet, the grasp of his hand,

How he did not see does not matter, lucky man, what a lucky man.

Keith Garrett

WHERE DOES PRINCESS LIVE?

WHERE DOES SIMON LIVE?

Where do you think Princess lives, does she live in a castle tower,

Does she live in a dungeon, a storybook fable from long ago.?

Could Princess live in your mind, where does Princess live,

Tell me what you’re thinking, “Princess” tell me where you live.

Where does Simon live, tell me what Simon says, are you, Simon,

Does Simon live in a fantasy world, does he live inside your mind.?

Tell me now, are you Princess or are you now Simon, are you both the same,

Where do you both live, Is it a world inside the same brain.?

Where does princess live? where does Simon live? a mystery deep within,

Tell me as it seems they know each other, where do they both live.

Keith Garrett

MY NAME WAS TOM

A lifetime ago, many years in the past,
My name was Tom, I lived on a farm in the South.
A wife named Elizabeth, a fine woman,
Two daughters, Emily and Marie, indeed.
During the Civil War, I took my place alongside many men,
Did not think I would return home, seeing so many die.
Wounded everywhere, families destroyed,
The war ended, I returned to be with my family.
We decide to head West, buy a farm,
Settled down to a new world, many years ago.
Friends I had are no more, I once had a farm,
Nothing is forever as Emily and Marie had grown.
Daughters once loved by me married and had children of their own,
My wife got older as did I, back in a time.
One day sickness took hold of my life,
I did die once upon a time.
My wife Elizabeth was now much alone,
Working the farm I once owned.
Not so many years had passed, memories are in the past,
Elizabeth, my once fine wife, it was now her time to die, too again be mine.
Life’s clock keeps ticking, things change, disappear,
Emily and Marie, those daughters of mine,
They had wonderful lives, they had their days to see heaven in the sky.
My name was Tom, I had a life,
A fine wife and two loving daughters by the names of Emily and Marie,
My name was Tom, now we are all gone.

Keith Garrett

“BEYOND THE SKY”

From my beginning, I’ve sat and watched you,

Up so high, beyond what Is blue.

I’m always here but you can’t always see,

Perhaps clouds’ cover your view of beautiful me.

If my lights’ are turned on you might see my smile,

On a dark clear night, I’ll be up for a while.

As you awake In the morning I’ll be asleep,

Another time Is when we’ll meet.

Keith Garrett

OVER THE HILL TO A DIFFERENT WORLD

From yesterday is where I come from, my life is with a wife and child,

Seeking a new life and possibly a different place of settling down.

We are pioneers of the early nineteenth century traveling across

The hot desert where there is much hardship, sickness, and hunger,

There’s a chance I must take as my son is very sick with fever this day.

I say goodbye to all in our wagon train for now as I say perhaps there

Over the hill I will find help, faith walks with me as I begin my quest,

Over the hill, to a different world as I pass over the top of the ridge.

Am I dreaming as these impossible things appear before my tired eyes,

The wagon train is gone, vanished into the air, this can not be.

I see traveling machines, music, and that which can not possibly exist

People so different, I’m looked at so strangely as I tell of my plight.

My son is sick I say, he’s over that hill, a kind woman she was,

A bottle, something inside, these will make him better I’m told.

I must go now, I run for the hill, I climb as this world is not mine,

At the top I now see again my world and wagon train, I look back,

The world I walked into is now gone, only desert I left behind, my son does not die.

Keith Garrett

PIECES OF TIME

Our time as humans, animals, anything living loses time,

All created things age with time, there are many quotes about time.

Time does get older but never does it go away, never backward,

A clock, a watch, the ancient sundial that watched our day pass,

An hourglass of sand, those which remind us always of our time.

Pieces of time, a memory thought of with long lost friends, older now,

Pictures on a mantle, photographs, and picture albums, dust covered.

Antiques, old relics lost with time, discovered within aging places,

Pieces of Time, an old remembered house, friends that rest inside.

Keith Garrett

IN THE EVENING

Darkness falls, the sun drifts off to sleep in this part of the land,

Dinner is served as hunger rests in my stomach and mind.

I’m tired as this is my time to relax and enjoy shows of the night,

Comedy is my friend as I forget the hardship and worldly problems.

A candle glowing on a table is a peaceful sight in this room with soft light,

The crickets can be heard from the yard in the evening quiet.

Slowly fading into a beautiful dream state on the couch with a drink,

The blinds are closed and the door opened as the lights are turned out.

A snack and thoughts of the coming days and all that may be are dreamed,

In the evening I can lay in the dark, close my eyes and drift off to different sounds.

In the evening I am at peace as the dark, quiet, world soothes my never ending soul.

Keith Garrett

RUNNING WITH THE WIND

I thought there was loss, a feeling of death brought to me,

Alive, alive, two separate paths’ taken, gone and we go on and on.

A prisoner never was I, free to run through the fields’ of life,

No chains’ weighed down upon this mans’ moving body and soul.

The wind not seen has a strength and power fore we know It Is there,

Seen am I as the dark clouds’ of rain falling, I go with the wind blowing.

If no face had I, no body to see and judge, just a voice of words’,

Would you think something of me, a material being valued more?

Running with the wind gives me a friend which can not see to judge,

For me, I do not possess an Image fore we are both blind, only running.

Free to be, free to be me as live and breathe this man does,

Walk with another once again but for now, I’m running with the wind.

Keith Garrett

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ACROSS THE SKY

I soar through the air up In the wide open sky,

Just myself and some wings’, we fly and fly.

So peaceful up here, quiet without many a sound,

Feel like I’m flying to the sun, far from the ground.

Clouds’ are floating to nowhere that I can see,

A neverending flight, just the sky and me.

Looking down Is another world not like here,

Across the sky, not crowded with fear.

Keith Garrett

BETWEEN WHAT IS AND WHAT IS NOT

The universe exists all around us but do aliens really exist,

We can see the sun resting in the sky, no pot of gold over a rainbow.

Mountains formed, standing above so tall, not a bigfoot between the trees,

The moon is for us a reality, no face or a man lives up there alone.

Ireland and green grass are for real, across the sea they do appear,

Leprechauns I have never seen, four leaf clovers bring luck in a dream.

Castles of old stand on many lands, stories of them for centuries are told,

Magical spells and fire breathing dragons, were they ever seen or felt.

Between what is and what is not are fables and tall tales handed down,

Fantasies and all that is real live in our minds or before us we see.

Keith Garrett