MUSIC OF THE EAGLES

Talent and experience shows in their sound,

In the hall of fame is where they are found.

Multiple instruments most of them play,

This comes out of the music into our day.

Such a gift given to one’s life,

To share with the world tunes that they write.

Close your eyes and to the music just listen,

Know now in your mind this thing that’s been missing.

As Steuart gets them going with his electric guitar,

The rest do their own thing, that’s just who they are.

Whether it be rock, or country, maybe a love song or two,

Music of the Eagles is what’s listened too.

Steuart Smith, Glen Frey, Don Henley, Joe Walsh, Timothy B. Schmit.

Keith Garrett

MY HANDS’, YOUR HANDS’

I am In the light but you do not see, take these hands’,

Hold them to your sweet, loving face, feel their warmth.

My hands’ are strong but gentle as they touch your skin,

From my hands’ can you feel my heart, see me tonight.

Give me your hands’, let me hold them, touch them to my face,

Give me your hands’ so that I may press them against my heart.

Your hands’ are soft, they feel warm when I hold them,

Take my hands’ as I take yours’ take this heart, show me yours’.

My eyes to your eyes, my touch with your touch, In the light,

Take my hands’ and give me your hands’, tonight In the light.

Keith Garrett

MY BOOK OF POEMS

I’ve invited you and so grateful that you all have taken

Many beautiful and adventurous journeys into my book of poems,

We have traveled together above the sky, to the moon and beyond.

Walks together along many beaches sharing thoughts of the world,

You’ve seen my dreams, stood in the night under a full moon with me.

We traveled together back in time to places my memory could still find,

Across the ocean, walks down the street, high up into the mountains we went.

In times of trouble, moments of pain it has been you who have walked with me,

Trips to lands of fantasy, back in time to towns of no more you followed my path.

Western towns, farms, and ranches where horses ran with the wind, we together saw,

Spooky places, haunted houses, monsters wandered and ghosts were there in the night.

Magical things, Knights and warriors from across the sea, you were there with me,

Cowboys riding the range, western legends that live only in history, wars that died.

Winter scenes and sleigh rides through snowy woods, Christmas dreams, did you see,

Rock and roll stars, actors of fame, people of reality that are no more to be seen,

Thank you for going to all these places with me, for getting to know something about me.

Keith Garrett

MR, CAN YOU SPARE A DIME?

I am a human being, Dirty is usually my clothes,

Don’t judge me by the way I look, I have something to say.

I was born to this world equal to all other women and men,

The road we’re on isn’t always our road chosen but we move on.

Many days and nights experiencing life have made me who I am,

Choices of my own desire, mistakes of foolishness have put me where I stand.

Did I try not hard enough, perhaps my brain did not have a steady plan,

Inside of me, there exists a heart of a human, treat me like I matter if you can.

Mr, can you spare me a dime? I’ll be forever grateful whether you believe it or not,

To you a dime is nothing, wondering do you what this coin can possibly do for me.

A collection from this as the embarrassment may not show helps me greatly thank you,

Mr, can you spare a dime? If so then my day will be fine, Mr, can you spare a dime.?

MOUNT YOUR HORSES

More than two sides, men will die throughout the south,

Raise your swords, fire your guns, will this be your last rising sun.?

You fight for what, willing to die for a cause, do you know for what,

Is it really civil, this war between the states, what did you gain.?

Mount your horses!, draw your swords, ride into the devil’s woods,

Uniforms of difference, colors that separate which side you’re on.

Homes would be burned, this battle among you not on distant land,

Neighbor against neighbor, brothers, and cousins fighting hand to hand.

Mount your horses!, ride between the darkness and trees, cold it may be,

Blood against blood, the innocent will surely be a victim and die in the dust.

Cannon fire, bodies of men, women, and children scattered across the states,

When it’s over who will remember what this was all about, blood spilled for what.?

Keith Garrett

MOTHER, DON’T LET ME DIE!

I’m a child, only a child who lies here under rubble, dying,

This I did not ask for but fate rests in gods powerful hands.

I’m afraid fore I am in such pain, why! oh why must I die,?

The earth exploded with a thundering sound all around.

Lord as I lie here it is that I think of my mother, oh! mother,

Please take this from me, the fear and the pain, I’m coming.

Mother!, don’t let me die, I need you tonight at my side,

Tears run down this little girls face, mother, don’t let me die.

If I must go then please to heaven make it so, let me go,

Mother!, Mother!, please don’t cry, mother, don’t let me die.

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

BILLY MITCHELL

Today in my mind but yesterday was a long time ago,

I think of you, a place and a school, I was a little boy.

It was nineteen sixty seven, Kindergarten and you,

The first day of school is recalled in my mind, a boy I saw cry,

His name Was Cotero, I think of those clowns on a wall.

Are they still there? I wonder, swingsets and young friends,

A boy named Grover, Duck, Duck, goose, Graham crackers and milk.

Nap time, I remember the cabinets with cartoonish pictures,

Reading time was the best, Fold out books, three dimensional stories,

Hansel and Gretel, all the best, I was there until nineteen seventy.

Hard to remember the teacher’s names, Mrs. Scott back in second grade,

I think it was Mr. Kelly, Principal with dark hair and glasses,

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt was a song in the Cafeteria.

After school and on the weekends you could play games,

Carroms, maze, and more, Billy Mitchell, when once I was a child.

Friends, Jeff, James, Jimmy, and Alan, wherever they are, I remember,

There was a bell back then known as the freeze bell, stand very still.

We all have our childhood, our memories, a town to call home, then we roam,

Billy Mitchell, I find myself wandering back to you, memories of a school.

Keith Garrett

BILLY MITCHELL

Today in my mind but yesterday was a long time ago,

I think of you, a place and a school, I was a little boy.

It was nineteen sixty seven, Kindergarten and you,

The first day of school is recalled in my mind, a boy I saw cry,

His name Was Cotero, I think of those clowns on a wall.

Are they still there? I wonder, swingsets and young friends,

A boy named Grover, Duck, Duck, goose, Graham crackers and milk.

Nap time, I remember the cabinets with cartoonish pictures,

Reading time was the best, Fold out books, three dimensional stories,

Hansel and Gretel, all the best, I was there until nineteen seventy.

Hard to remember the teacher’s names, Mrs. Scott back in second grade,

I think it was Mr. Kelly, Principal with dark hair and glasses,

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt was a song in the Cafeteria.

After school and on the weekends you could play games,

Carroms, maze, and more, Billy Mitchell, when once I was a child.

Friends, Jeff, James, Jimmy, and Alan, wherever they are, I remember,

There was a bell back then known as the freeze bell, stand very still.

We all have our childhood, our memories, a town to call home, then we roam,

Billy Mitchell, I find myself wandering back to you, memories of a school.

MORRO BAY

A POEM BY KEITH GARRETT

We went away, far away,
To a town of sand and water to play.

At times the winds were cold and fast,
The weather changed, this did not last.

Life is slow and peaceful too,
The people all friendly, something new.

We played in the sand with no worries of things,
A mother a daughter, my two sons, and the joy that they bring.

As they sat in the water the boats we watched rest,
We all stood together to watch the sunset.

Walking the streets of this place never been,
Wanting to live here too call it my friend.

As it rose to the morning, the suns rays of light,
All day it would let us enjoy such a sight.

We get ourselves lost in a place such as this,
Oh! nothing could be sweeter, the rest of the world I would not miss.

If you ever get a chance to go to this place,
A fresh air you will smell, different foods you will taste.

When it came time to leave feelings bittersweet,
To this world of yours again we will meet.

I wanna go back, go back one day,
To this place of peace known, Morro Bay.