FALL

Summer will go away, with it the miserable heated days,

The sun will find its way, settling down earlier than yesterday.

A cooler breeze will drift down from the mountains, Fall,

Colors of change are among that which shows another season,

Watch as leaves float to the ground, color is all around.

Fog will roll in from oceans across many coastal sands,

Crisp mornings are a favorite, most beautiful sight,

Fall and all that visits with it, feel it from within.

Keith Garrett

I’M GOING UP TO THE MOUNTAIN

I’ll be leaving in the morning at first daylight,

I’m going up to the mountain to breathe and think.

It’s time that I get away from here for a while,

There is a very special place that waits for me.

Very different from down below where so much tension lives,

On the mountain, there exists a calming peace like no other.

Tonight I’ll make camp and spend time alone with nature,

Sitting by a warm fire eating fresh fish caught in the stream.

Being alone can be a bit frightening just as most peaceful,

A gun I do carry In case of sudden or nightly visitors.

A drink In hand and this much needed time up here on this land,

Tonight I sleep, In the morning I’ll slow down and see the world.

Keith Garrett

IF I WALKED ALONE

Sometimes we wish and find there to be another side of It,

When this world appears to be too much for me to handle

I sometimes wish that there were no people In this land.

If I walked alone at times I might think a dream come true,

No noise would be a pleasure but when would the quiet be a curse.

Walking through the streets beneath the light of the sun,

All alone such a peaceful journey until the day Is done.

Darkness will come, a place not special for me, a night alone an eternity,

If I walked alone everything would be mine to call my own.

Watch what you wish for as there are two sides to every want,

If I walked alone then alone I would be,

No value or meaning without another to see.

Keith Garrett

A PAGE MISSING

A life I find not finished yet quite incomplete,

There’s a page missing, something not found,

Writing about my time, a piece not described.

Talks with children unsettled, much more be said,

Differences between a father and daughter are unsaid.

A shock to my head, an accident did take fro me,

A page missing, what for me is still unwritten.

Keith Garrett

A MYSTERY

Something not discovered, a story that grows,

That which can not be figured out, a mystery.

Who did it, or how did it happen is a question,

Responsibility for a disappearance or crime.

Aliens are around us constantly, keep searching,

A mystery it is about Jack the Ripper, who was Jack?

Things exaggerated from the human mind, folklore,

A mystery grows with time, a mystery created with time.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairytale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

“Old Man” by Keith Garrett
Who he did not matter to me as each day I passed his way,
On a porch swing or rocking chair, he would read or listen to the world.
I gave him a smile in which he replied with a smirk from his face,
Who are you who sits in the morning sun thinking thoughts never done.?
I am a man but once a child running from sunrise till dusk, I am a man,
I’ve seen the years and have done many things in my time, once full of energy.
‘Old man’ on your porch is sitting there all that you do, tell me your story,
Are you waiting to die as each day you grow weary from nothing at all?
You are much younger than I as there was a day when I too looked like you,
What makes you think that I did not dream, that I did not succeed.
Who keeps a man company as he rests alone every day, who loves you,
As once their lived for me a love so true, she went away, who are you.?
I am an old man and for me, there was a love of beauty so fine,
Today I am loved by those who will pass me by, listen and smile.
Do you fear that life has not much more time for you old friend,
Will you grow tired of quiet nights with thoughts that never end.?
Tomorrow sunrise brings with it a new beginning, possibilities,
When I grow tired then sleep visits me, dreams fill this old man.
I am young but not so wise as I did not understand passing by,
The day will come when I too will be somewhat like you.
You called me old friend as just moments ago I was a stranger,
I did not matter to you, wisdom will grow but learn from it.
As I pass this way I will see you in a different way fore you do matter,
You’re not just an old man, you have spirit and soul, old man,
My friend.

COMING ON IS AUGUST

The end of another month, hot Summer nights are here,

Tomorrow a new day begins, a name for another beginning.

August brings us a most hated heatwave, long days are coming,

I awake in the night to heat that grows stronger into the morning light,

Coming on is August when the sun rises to a different Summer chapter.

Darkness fades early as the brightness of a morning new is upon us all,

Sleep well tonight, everyone across the world will wake to an August once again.

What to expect when we rise to tomorrow, get up early to a quiet start,

Coming on is August, I wait for a cooler day to replace its name.

Keith Garrett

IF I EVER GROW OLD

From where my world began throughout my travels to different lands,

The history of my life up until this point has been written and put in a box.

I’m still young, but what is young, a number attached to the years lived here,

It’s a feeling inside, energy that you put out and the wanting of life keeps you young.

If I ever grow old then I’ll have been the lucky one, given a gift of more time to dream,

My book of life will be full of pages that describe who I am and then one day was.

There will be many thoughts and memories of a man’s life, pictures of my existence,

Will I be forever remembered or perhaps thought of by those still living.

Will only the name of me, that which was given be all that rests of my life,

If I ever grow old will I be of good health and mind to sit back in a rocking chair

So that my children or Grandchildren may listen to me as I share my thoughts.

If I ever grow old then to the lord I’ll thank for this book of life full of stories told.

Keith Garrett

IF I COULD MAKE IT ALRIGHT

My eyes I would give you and be blind so you could see,

So that you could hear the sounds of the world, deaf I would be.

I would give up my voice that you may sing out your song,

Hold onto your hand when the pain of life becomes too strong.

If I could make it alright, any sickness for you would be my fight,

If I could make it alright, my sleep I would lose so you may rest through the night.

My heart is mine just as your heart belongs to you,

If I could make it alright then know that my heart I would give to you.

The ultimate gift would be to give so that another could live,

If your heart did cease to beat then my life I would give to you.

Keith Garrett