NOT MUCH DO I WANT

A roof over my head, a bed to rest my weary head,

Food on the table, a shower and a place to sit.

Healthy inside, a little money so I may survive,

A friend or two, love is really quite a miracle.

Not much do I want as this is about all I need or want,

Things that are still free to enjoy are in my sight.

The rising, morning sun is a sight taken much for granted,

See the sky, the clouds drifting by, look always up so high.

The wind would be beautiful to see, feel the winds beauty,

A smile during a falling rain, a gift with hope will always remain,

Not much do I want, simple things as I live each given day.

Keith Garrett

A DIFFERENT KIND OF HOME

I thought about it a little more recently as I stroll through the park,

So sad it is for some of them as they are hard working and lost everything.

For others, there are no excuses only bad choices or criminal doing,

Some get lost in the cracks as the help that is for them needed does not care.

We have homeless heroes, how is it possible when they gave their all,

Some are sick and hurt as they lost more than their material life.

A different kind of home they now have, not what they remember,

Let me describe it to you, some of us are a paycheck away, maybe a day.

The roof over their head may be a clear sky or a rainy night,

The walls around them are not the same as they often change.

A couch wherever they sit, a bed wherever they rest their head,

Television set, that which is taken in by their wishing eyes.

A shower for granted taken each day, when will a shower come their way,

gone now is the refrigerator that was, like an animal they search now.

A different kind of home not that they can call their own, they roam,

Circumstances of why, many reasons you see, sadness wears many feet.

Keith Garrett

NOT ENOUGH TIME TO WAIT

I walk alone, I see the sunrise to a new day, will there be every day,

Love is an amazing and wonderful gift for two to share, to experience.

I want to see the next sunrise, see the shadows on the mountain,

I want to feel the wind against my face just one more time.

I want to hear a song about the beauty of the world, once more,

I want to love, I want to live just a little while longer.

I want to see your smiling face under a starry night sky,

A walk for two, please to the only one I love, walk with me.

I want to feel the touch of your hand holding mine,

Not enough time to wait, everything with you, only you.

I want to dream of you even if dreams won’t come true,

I want to hear about your dreams as the day is through.

Walk with me along the water,

When I blew out a possible last candle, a wish to come true.

Keith Garrett

NOT A MEMORY HAS THE SEA

Covers the sea, crashes against the land with force,

Since the beginning of its creation has not sat still.

Touches life as it moves, like the ticking of time,

Never stops, never remembering where it’s been.

It does not think, there is no thought out plan,

Although each day and every moment, a routine just as man.

It can be touched, felt, you can never take hold,

Power and energy as it never grows old.

Not a memory has the sea, friendly or mean,

Its magic and mystery free to be,

NOT A MEMORY HAS THE SEA

Keith Garrett

A BASEBALL DREAM

On a farm, he grew up, the early days of the game,

A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.

He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,

Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.

Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,

His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last chance.

For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,

A baseball dream before he faded into the night.

Keith Garrett

NOISE FROM THE SKY

With a rumble, it rolls across the clouded sky,

This force of nature sounds angry as it goes by.

With a crack and a boom, it cries out from above,

Like the pounding of drums echoing down upon all.

Noise from the sky, thunder by its name,

A miracle of nature or the release of the universes pain.

Keith Garrett

A CHANGING SEASON

Leaves of red and green, leaves turning brown,

Leaves falling all around, they fall and touch the ground.

Floating on down, wherever I’m walking, raining leaves,

Suddenly a gentle breeze, blowing leaves beyond the trees.

Nights showing up sooner as the days become shorter,

Temperatures are dropping as the warmth of day, earlier goes away.

A changing season is constant and repeats itself with the changing years,

Beautiful become the emptying trees, naked and alive without their leaves.

Slower does nature grow as soon getting ready to take that deserved rest,

The animals are beginning to collect and store for what’s next.

A changing season sets in motion a cycle of never ending energy and life.

Keith Garrett

1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,

I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.

Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that’s right,

I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a family,

Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish world.

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was the man,

Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel were grand.

Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I think of you,

Baseball with the miracle Mets, Bill Russell, and the champion Celtics,

Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts, Charles Manson, and history.

The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, Led Zeppelin and a tune,

1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed with my day.

Keith Garrett

100 YEARS FROM TODAY

Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,

History it is to us, read about in books of long lost times.

The days are always moving along, we do take for granted the morning,

The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading into the night.

Here where we stand may still be standing, another will be standing,

100 years from today the world that we know will have much changed.

Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of cowboys and pioneers,

Tomorrow’s people will also wonder and read about our time and place.

100 years from today we will be a part of history, others will be amazed,

Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the world appeared to be a dream.

Keith Garrett

A CHANCE TO SEE
A chance to see fore never have I been able to walk in light,
A chance to watch the sunrise as never before seen but dreamed.
A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as the wind never seen,
A chance to see the mountains that I never thought a reality.
A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky drifting slowly by,
A chance to see the waves in the ocean only heard through time.
A chance to walk without a cane, to be free, walk, and see,
A chance to see a smiling face that might smile back at me.
A chance to see all the things that I have always dreamed,
A chance to see what’s never been before these eyes,
A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.
Keith Garrett