OVER THE RAINBOW


   Where dreams await those who wish,


   Fantasies come to life, a heart does not ache.


  The magic of possibilities are a reach away,


  Hurtful things have not a place to play.


  Where beautiful things can not be destroyed,


   Birds of blue, fly, they sing in the sky.


  nothing to make you cry, beyond a rainbow up 
  So high,

   The trees are filed with a fruit so sweet.


  Over the rainbow, where all things imagined, may 
  Come true,

  Thoughts of love and hope are clearly understood


   But heard of once before,


  Might there be such a place, where these things can 
  Come true?
        Keith Garrett

                             SUNRISE


  Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,


  Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.


  The fog begins' to lift, showing the beauty of God,


  I walk this way with hope by my side.


  Quiet as It's early fore sleep still lingers,'


  On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.


  Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,


  Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.


  Everything has changed as the days' seem the same,


  A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.


  My favorite music from the man from Jersey,


  Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


                          Keith Garrett  

            CRY BY THE LIGHT OF THE NIGHT!


  When there's nothing left, only those who 
  Are of destruction,

  They live, but they are without a soul, a heart, 
  Any love connection.

  Hunt we do for food, water gathered by the 
  Riverside, I cry,

  How for personal gain and greed can it all be 
  Thrown away?

  We run from the day, dodge by the dark of an 
  Endless night,

  Sleep is rare, with an eye open, weapons are to 
  Be a trusted friend.

  There's no time being afraid when you're running 
  For your life,

  The thought of what's right or wrong lives in your 
  Weary minds.

  Cry by the light of the night! run in the darkness, 
  Seek daylight,

  The battle may be strong, the war will end, I'll be 
  With you again.
                            Keith Garrett

                             A WALK IN THE FOREST


  The time is now, Autumn is alive with a different 
  Feeling,

  Darkness is longer in the morning, slowly the leaves
  Are upon the ground.

  Plants and trees grow slower, nature never gives up 
  On the day,

  Animals are busy preparing as Winter is not far away, 
  Earlier the sun fades.

  A thought of a walk in the forest to escape for a moment, 
  Everything,

  Tall trees that cover much of the sunlight that warms 
  The land we wander.

  Leaves that have piled for many years make a sound 
  Beneath these traveling feet,

  A walk in the forest, so many times I have dreamed of this 
  While trapped elsewhere.

  Quiet, yet not quiet as there are sounds in a place as this 
  Like there are no other,

  A walk in the forest, a dream that I have not yet discovered, 
  A reality discovered.
                              Keith Garrett

                           A WESTERN SCENE


  They stood alone but together, gunfighters 
  So mean,


  A battle on a dirty street, a ghost town today, 
  Of memories.


  A western scene where dance hall girls entertain 
  Gamblers so drunk,


  Outlaws who do rob and kill will one day have their 
  .Walk to the gallows.


  There is a ranch out beyond where a town sits, cowboys 
  Who once rode,


  There was a time when laws were different, justice 
  Could be a swift act.


  Bounty hunters tracked down fugitives who escaped 
  And ran from the law,


  A western scene where a family worked hard for a farm, 
  For their dream.
                  Keith Garrett

                          A WALK IN THE FOREST


  The time is now, Autumn is alive with a different 
  Feeling,

  Darkness is longer in the morning, slowly the leaves 
  Are upon the ground.

   Plants and trees grow slower, nature never gives 
  Up on the day,

  Animals are busy preparing as Winter is not far away, 
  .Earlier the sun fades.

  A thought of a walk in the forest to escape for a moment, 
  Everything,

  Tall trees that cover much of the sunlight that warms 
  The land we wander.

   Leaves that have piled for many years make a sound 
  Beneath these traveling feet,

  A walk in the forest, so many times I have dreamed of this 
  While trapped elsewhere.

  Quiet, yet not quiet as there are sounds in a place as this 
  Like there are no other,

  A walk in the forest, a dream that I have not yet discovered, 
  A reality discovered.
                               Keith Garrett

                                 THIS GUITAR


   Strum as you will each string on Its' face,




   Words' In tune with every touch of a hand.




   What does It say as you teach It to speak,




   Sound and rhythm of emotion, this guitar.




  Two become one, body and tool, this guitar,




  Learn from It, feel Its' heartbeat of magic.




  This guitar talks' with the help of a wanting heart,




  Listen, listen as It echoes out thoughts', this guitar.


                            Keith Garrett               

                               "THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day 
 Travels the road,

 High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
  He rides.

  Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
  He rides,

  The  snow falls as through the mountain passes 
  He is moving.

  A man with no name, throughout the land, maybe
  A glimpse,

  He's known only as the rider, carrying whatever 
  For hire.

  This horse he rides, with colors of solid black and 
  White spots,

  A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


  Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a 
  Mysterious appearance,

  A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from 
  Weather, the rider.

  Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern, can be 
  Noticed in the stirrups,

  This man of the land rides and rides just he and his 
  Faithful companionion.

  Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness of life,

  He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                          Keith Garrett

                         THESE THINGS' I DREAM


  Within myself, thinking of  a place In another reality,




  What lies around me may be a different consciousness.




  This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,




  I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.




 Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or future,




  These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.


                       Keith Garrett                

                            DAILY PLEASURES


  Wake to the morning, a cup of tea or coffee,


  Feeling the sun shine on a chilly, Fall morning.


  Something to eat as again hunger visits me,


  A shower, a hug from maybe someone you love.


  Feeling good as health is a precious gift to enjoy,


  A stroll down the street, just my headphones and me.


  A breath of life from morning through the dark of night,


  Taken for granted at times, daily pleasures are so fine.


                      Keith Garrett