I’M GLAD TO BE ME

I like to think and dream of things to be,

Walking along the road is what makes me free.

Listening to music and thinking about the songs,

Makes me happy so i get along.

I’m glad to be me, it’s who i was born to be,

Their are many things i do and see.

Before i was me still waiting to be,

Where was this place i came from.?

Sometimes not liking what happens to me,

I am Keith, i’m glad to be me.

Keith Garrett

“JONATHAN”

Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn to grief,

Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother would never be.

Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, a brother dies,

Believing in her heart and mind that her bad thoughts are to blame

She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer to god she might be.

Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon the mountain ground,

Before she sleeps a prayer she makes to god for her brothers’ life in place of her own.

When the morning light shines this child awakes covered in warmth and a man with a smile,

Where did he come from as he asks how she slept and a bowl of hot porridge offered to her?

He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,

She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens with a look of great understanding.

“What is your name she asks,” I am Jonathan! this is my mountain and you are far from home,

I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would hear me when I said I was sorry.

Listen child!, It’s not your fault, he has made his decision, your brother with him, you with your family,

Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter high on a mountain, was he shown the way,

Where was Jonathan, was he an angel,? she shared time with him, never again was he seen.

Keith Garrett

MORTAL, I AM

To walk on water is an amazing thing I can not do,

Flying across the sky, never will I fly, a thought from my mind.

Through walls of solid never will my physical body walk,

I have not the power to raise my hands and change the world.

To part the sea is a wonder that I’ve not yet seen,

Fire I can not make rain from the sky, no not i.

I have not the ability to hide from pain,

Fear is an emotion that lives in the human being.

I am not god for it is that I may bleed and do,

I breathe the air but no guarantee of a tomorrow.

Mortal I am, for now here I’ll stand and walk this land,

Older I’ll get as surely I will not live forever in this place.

One day I’ll die and pray that my new home will be beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

LIGHT IN THE WINDOW

Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,

A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.

What’s noticed from a mans’ eyes within the blackness is a window,

A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.

As I pass by every night along my route of walking I wonder about the light,

Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window?

Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,

Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,

Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them?

Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, who might hide,

A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.

Keith Garrett

IMPOSSIBLE?

Impossible things, are they to be imagined,?

Too walk on the moon, travel to Mars.

See and touch the oceans’ floor,

Climb a mountain and reach for more.

It can be done, walking from coast to coast,

Break the sound barrier, faster than the speed of sound.

Travel in a balloon, across the world you go,

Fly in the sky, jump from the highest height.

Impossible things, impossible you say,

To rid the world of disease and cancer,

Can this be a possibility one day?

To love one another, hold hands across this world,

Terror put to an end, war only a bad dream.

To all possible things, to the next one who can make it a reality.

Keith Garrett

JONATHAN AND ELIZABETH

Children, growing up together In a town, small with memories,

Boy and girl, friends from such a young age, playing games, walking in the rain.

Walking to school In the morning, laughing together In the Spring and Summer,

Sharing thoughts and at times secrets of Importance that weren’t meant for boy and girl.

They grew to be very close, this boy who would be there to protect a girl so loved,

Jonathan was a kindhearted friend and let it be known that he would do for Elizabeth anything.

She In return cared so much for him that It was said death would be a beautiful thing,

Jonathan and Elizabeth were now teenagers, a love that would change In a special way.

Together often as life changed, soon adulthood would bring them to man and woman,

Happiness was theirs as most knew of their bond, the future was already written.

Life can be altered In an Instance as their hands would be pulled apart,

Jonathan would keep for a while the only secret ever from Elizabeth, his sickness.

With a failing heart, a prom dream come true, a drive afterward, a secret shared for two,

There’s a reason for all things as In a blink from the eye, one would surely die.

A car accident, slowly dying was his beloved Elizabeth, she would show the greatest love,

Her heart she would give to Jonathan just as always she had done, this for his life.

Elizabeth would forever live within Jonathan each day he awoke to the morning light,

Jonathan and Elizabeth, forever together and forever after they would be.

Keith Garrett

I’M HERE!

My wagon went off the road, It turned upside down and I’m hurt,

The weather Is good so I lay here In the sun of the day In much pain.

Looking around I see the damage, my supplies are everywhere scattered,

There are people counting on me but I am where not a heart will see me.

As I stare up to the sky I see hawks circling about, not today I say,

I’m alive! there must soon be another wagon on the road passing by.

The crows are getting at the ripped open bags of seed, I throw my empty canteen,

My friends, the town must be searching for me now, I will be found alive.

Time passes by, please find me before the light turns to the dark of night,

A sound, a rumble getting closer, I try to let out a yell but I’m very weak,

I’m here!, with one burst of energy I scream, I’m here! I’m here!.

Keith Garrett

IN A DREAM

I saw you wandering in a dream,

In the dark, quiet, as you searched.

Not a word spoken from your lips,

What do you seek haunted one.?

I can’t find my way home as each night I roam,

It is you who see me wandering in a dream.

What do you search for asking one,

You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.

Now tell me, wanderer, who is the dreamer and who’s in the dream,

Is it only I and are you the dream.?

You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted,?

Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping one.

What is it that you seek, why can’t you find your own way home,?

I do not know as sometimes I am in the dark and quiet.

Keith Garrett

I’LL LEAVE THE LIGHT ON

I remember the day when you went away,

Your bags packed, you’ve grown so fast, on your way.

A choice has been made, I’ll stand by your side,

What you believe in your heart is the way you must fight.

Far away the war has not stopped,

I’ll leave the light on until you come home.

I’ve written these letters for fifty years now,

Missing in action is what was said to me about you.

You’re still my love, what has become of you,?

My life is less as you have not come back.

I’ve held on to hope, a prayer every night,

After fifty years the reality of not seeing you hides from my mind.

I’ll leave the light on as I have since the day you drove away,

I’ll leave the light on until my last day.

Keith Garrett

IF YOU HAD NO TOMORROW

Would the birds be a sound singing in your ear,

The mountains not so much appreciated, would their beauty appear.

Would you see the sky in a different way,

Things would become precious for only a day.

The taste of a peach would rest in your mouth,

No time to fight as the hourglass runs out.

The wind against your face, the oceans spray,

Your feet in the sand, to loved ones, what would you say.?

If you had no tomorrow, if you could do one last thing,

Would you thank the Lord for giving you everything.?

Keith Garrett