MYTHICAL GHOSTS
Keith Garrett
In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,

Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.

Remember as a child you would put a tooth under your pillow,

As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with riches.

Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live within her,

She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.

As you drift off into slumber it is he who watches over,

A man who possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.

Grants does he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,

Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.

He’s as old as the universe, he’s of the beginning,

He knows of life, the name is father time.

A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,

When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.

Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child,

Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.

Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so white,

He gives to the world on Christmas eve, Santa Claus.

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 to 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

MY MIND IS AN ISLAND

My mind is an island, many places to roam,

Different things that I see when i’m on my own.

If wander I do to far away,

Lost might I be in this land made for me.

See as I do and think as I may,

There are beautiful things in my thoughts every day.

I can find my way back to where it is I should be,

If I’m looking the right way or a trail I might leave.

My island can be peaceful and sunny or stormy and dark,

I’d rather be happy and have my island be a walk in the park.

Keith Garrett

MAY YOUR DAYS ALWAYS BE THE BEST

Hear this as I may have never spoken these words before,

May your days be plenty with a long, and wonderful life ahead.

Awake each morning to all the hope and happiness there could be,

My thought is that god blesses all good things upon you as you see your day.

May stress be a forgotten enemy far away into yesterday,

May your days always be the best wherever you are.

Walking in the sunshine is something so fine,

Dream the things that may be a life changing possibility.

Laugh as much as you can, worry put aside for as much as you can,

Feel the cool breeze, love the warmth of the sun upon your face.

The best you can do is believe in yourself and never give up,

There may not always be a rainbow but the searching never stops.

May your days always be the best as you strive to find your way,

Day by day we can always take the time to hope and pray.

Keith Garrett

MAY I HAVE A DRINK OF WATER?

In search of water, will I have to travel any further,

The Summer is quite hot and I am very thirsty.

For granted we have taken the rain that fills the lakes,

See the lakes as they sink lower, a hole in the ground one day.

The waterfalls so beautiful fall down with cool splashes we see,

Watch as they trickle, drying up, no more will they be but a dream.

Rivers and streams are places of beauty that never cease to be,

Take a look as before your eyes they slowly dry and go forever away.

May I have a drink of water? will it ever again rain, what happened to the rain?

If ever again a cloud in the sky, pray that drops of water don’t pass us by.

Keith Garrett

MASTER OF THE SKY

I see you from here, from where It Is that I stand, soaring,

Wings spread far as you are the eyes In the sky, do you see.?

Yes! from these eyes down upon the world I do see, watching,

I soar with the wind as In heaven I do soar with all things.

Are you the master of man, these questions from my lips,

Master of the sky, please tell this seeking man why we must die.?

The thoughts In your mind are known by me, listen to your beliefs,

Why Is It you think you must die, In heaven I give you eternal life.

I fear that death will take me and I’ll be forever lost, so alone,

Although I believe, how Is It that this mortal man might really know.?

Do you believe In heaven as the bible and lessons taught,

Do you believe In the lord and all that’s been created.?

I do believe, I know that I’m a child of god created by mother and father,

I know that you, Master of the sky will one day take me home to stay.

Put away your doubts, let go of your pain and sorrow, give them to me,

I am the master of the sky, creator of all that you know and more.

Have faith fore It will comfort you, trust In me, be at peace.

Keith Garrett

THIS BOY FROM TUPELO

From Mississippi, born quite some time ago,

The name of Elvis would be forever known.

Gospel music he could sing very well,

Growing up In a town where the poor would dwell.

He loved his mother, to her a song he would sing,

Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy, fame this would bring.

Moving on to Memphis, a place In Tennessee,

A mansion known as Graceland, now the home for he.

Always near by, on him an eye they keep,

Called the Memphis Mafia Is whom they would be.

A show he puts’ on In such places well known,

All over the world his legend has grown.

When his time came, the Lord made his visit,

Away Elvis went with him, to the music we still listen.

Keith Garrett

MAD MAN FROM DETROIT

Once before but no more with the Amboy Dukes was he,

Ted’s his name, on the stage he was something to see.

Terrible Ted at times he was called

The words from his mouth were screams heard for sure.

Appeared to be crazy, he could speak very fast,

He wailed out his songs, now let’s bring them back.

His passion for hunting was as great as his act on the stage,

This mad man from Detroit appeared to have such rage.

He rocked and he yelled, to all he would sing,

Don’t think anyone’s like him fore the energy he would bring.

A mad man he was, and always will be, Ted Nugent.

By Keith Garrett

LOVE FOR A LIFETIME

They were two growing up as children, a town that still exists,

Ages does it just as in some ways a boy and girl grow slowly older.

I remember you both, names for souls whom i once knew in a place,

A wonderful town where for me dreams were a beginning in my mind.

An elementary school high on a hill is where you, a young boy played,

A school yard of kickball and many other games, your voice echoes today.

You , a girl remembered back at a Jr. high where friends are heard in the wind,

Through high school two would travel then beyond that a new road to walk.

Although i haven’t seen you for thirty years I see that you two have been blessed,

Love for a lifetime, a rare and special gift, a book of your lives, chapters to be written.

Keith Garrett

LOUD NOISES, CLOWNS, AND NUNS

Within my day there are everywhere sounds that i do not wish to hear,

Loud noises are most Irritating and painful to these listening ears.

They come from many places as my mind scrambles them in and out,

There are many beautiful sounds but not so special are loud noises around.

Their faces change, they wear disguises of a variety of emotion,

There’s something different about them as they play and entertain.

What’s behind their painted masks, it takes a certain type of soul,

Some have a fear of them, a legend or story about the clowns.

They serve a greater purpose as they are servants of the lord,

Dressed a most different way than others, their life they give in a special way.

Nuns have walked the earth and sacrificed much to live a life for others,

And nuns i have met, the same as you and i, flesh and blood, they also cry.

Keith Garrett