CLOUDS OF DARKNESS

From where I stand, I look out at the wide open sky,

There in the distance, a wall of darkness slowly approaching my way.

The wind is blowing, carrying clouds through the air,

Feeling trapped where I am, no place to run.

Gaining on me with a powerful force, these clouds up so high,

Staring up at them in the dark, dark, sky.

Clouds of darkness are everywhere, following over me,

What can happen? they can’t fall on me.

These clouds of darkness have everyplace to roam,

Up in the air is where they make their home.

Keith Garrett

CAN YOU SEE ME, FATHER

My thoughts of you are from over forty years past,

Once a reality and a life that was our everyday scene.

Now memories kept alive from a child to a man,

Father, you remain In my heart, I keep you alive.

I can not see you except In my dreaming, closed eyes,

If not for a picture I have to keep your face In my mind.

Can you see me father, have you watched as my life marches on,

I pray that some of the things I’ve done have made you proud.

One day I’ll see your wonderful face and speak of those days long gone,

A different life In heaven, I’m much older now, no longer a child.

Can you see me father, do you see my face, do you know a sons name.?

Keith Garrett

BROKEN GLASS

Without any shoes, I carefully walk,

Each step I take a chance to be cut.

All around me, I can’t see every piece,

One is sure to find me if cautious I’m not.

Where are my shoes, why aren’t on,?

A lot safer I’d be, less chance to be hurt.

There’s broken glass everywhere,

Watch the way you step and you’ll not be wounded.

Keith Garrett

BREATHE FOR ME

Step outside Into the morning light, Breathe deep, breathe In life,

Precious Is the day, who doesn’t give thanks for many a breath always.

Breathe for me as your life force Is seen with each day, with eyes of green,

Breathe for me so that you don’t go away, for you I ‘ll breath more each day.

God gives the breath of life but for granted It Is that all the world takes,

Air Is special, the cleaner It remains the happier and longer we might be.

Breathe for me, Breathe In all the life there Is to be.

Keith Garrett

BOARD GAME

Watch the world as the pieces move neverending, the world turns,

We start from a beginning moving with a roll of the dice, a card chosen.

Does God watch as we play, is he in our every move,?

Round and round we go as this board game of life takes us away.

Is the game played right, do we understand the consequences of our choice,

Are we the players or are we being played, is there a point to the game.?

Could the game be everlasting or does it end in a moment for some,

Spin the wheel, flip a coin, take a chance and walk your own path.

Keith Garrett

AT TIMES I AM BLIND

Open your eyes!, this is said from with inside as I seem at times blind,

There is so much to see but I must confess that what is important sometimes escapes my sight.

A blind man can not physically see but learns to observe more than a man with vision,

A man with no sight asked of me, tell me young man what things with your eyes do you see.

There are at times many things I wish not to see, pain and destruction from the world today,

What I asked was that which you see not a thing about wishes or that which you do want to see.

I see the mountains, the ocean, the sky, and all there is of beauty that god placed down upon the earth,

Yes!, at times I am blind to all of these things just as they are taken for granted by most every man.,

You are a blind man, so who do you think you are trying to give me a lesson or to teach me,

Young man, are you a follower of those who is of negative ways? take responsibility for yourself.

I am blind but in my time I have seen so much more than your seeing eyes can ever dream,

You are at times very blind, your eyes are open but it is a man’s mind that is truly closed.

Keith Garrett

ANOTHER TIME AND PLACE

I write to you from yesterday, a very long time ago for you,

Long before you were born in a town of people and family.

My family and I were up before the break of dawn, working,

Children of a simple time but at times not so simple you see.

Horses were a common thing just as your car is in your time,

Things of your day not dreamed up as of yet, life was hard, also fun.

Here in yesterday, there is sickness that kills many as there is no medicine,

As I sit here on my farm watching my wife and kids play I write this to you.

When you receive my letter it will be that I and those I love will be gone now,

You will have all the things that we here have never seen, good and bad.

There are beautiful things and land that will disappear with time, I can see them,

I live here in another time and place just as you do, I hope this letter gets to you.

Keith Garrett

ACROSS THE DESERT I TRAVEL

My challenge this day, a trek across the always dangerous desert,

Pack my things, just myself and a backpack complete with all I need.

Dressed In jeans, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt, and hat I am ready,

Early morning as the rising sun stares down upon me, time to move.

Such a feeling to seem alone In the world step by step through the quiet

Morning while nature does its own thing, I am watched as I walk.

Across the desert, I travel with a breeze swirling around what surrounds,

The heat of the day has not yet arrived as I continue my quest through the desert land.

So much beautiful and unusual plant life, animals seen from a distance,

The sun Is moving, day Is disappearing with shadows forming upon this land.

I’ll soon make camp with the animals of the night, a fire so bright, warm with light,

When the morning comes then I will continue my journey until I am done,

Across the desert, I travel.

Keith Garrett

A WORLD OF TIME

From the hands of time too the international date line,

We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is our sand of time.

Wristwatches, stopwatches, twelve months in a year,

Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.

Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to live and play,?

Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.

We work about eight hours with what we do,

Forty hours a week, we’re never through.

Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,

Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.

Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,

Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,

A world of time, always on the mind.

Keith Garrett

A WORLD OF SICKNESS

As the world grows older we see that with it the world grows crowded,

So many people cover the lands stretching far and wide, the world does not grow.

This is a beautiful place that has been given to us all but together we are losing,

Survival may be harder than it was hundreds of years ago as we can not sleep wherever.

We can’t just wake from sleep and shoot our breakfast, the creek is not always there,

To camp beneath any given tree is now frowned upon as our society changes towards the rich.

Desperation and anger are greater than ever before, this we hear each day from words spoken,

Protests over many issues that do not change, only the mistrust for those high above grow.

Deceived daily are we sometimes by the people we may know but scarier those whom control,

Lies, broken promises, pay-offs from hand to hand between powerful people and government man.

The fight to own but in the end, they’ll take from you your home, we are violated as they spy, fear grows,

A world of sickness lives as we struggle to keep our health and sanity, neverending traffic brings hell.

A world of sickness forever grows because the more humans form the bigger the tumor becomes strong.

Keith Garrett