WATCH THE WIND   


  The trees dance and sing, they speak, 


  Swaying back and forth, up above.


  Leaves, and many material things are swept


  Away, through the streets,


  See the windows shake to what moves.


  Grass is like a flowing wave,


  There's a presence that moves.


  The sea crashes against the rocks,


  It's a force that drives its course.


  There lies within the eyes, a picture,


  From all that it does, a form exists,


  Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the wind.

          Keith Garrett

                        VISIONS'


   Waves crashing against the rocks, moving 
  Upon the sand,



  Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the 
  Sky is a scene.



  Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
  The way,



   Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




  Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




  The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


                           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.
'

 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

                      WIND IN THE FOREST


  Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world 
  For a while,

  Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know, 
  Letting.

  Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's no
  Return,

  Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.


  Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't see 
  The light,

  Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching 
  Eyes.

  Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,


  Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen?


   I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,


  It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.


                         Keith Garrett 

                       A DRIFTING MAN


  On a road of travel without any end,


  Rests his weary body wherever he can.


  Sleeps in the night, hidden from sight,


  Days' of length, the next stop is any place.


   From town to town he wanders with hope,


   Worry fills his head about that next meal.


  Find a job and stay in one place a short while,


   Friends and smiles disappear with the miles.


   A drifting man sees much of the land,


   Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.


   A price he pays to live in such a way,


  There's a gift in seeing the world,


   What's taken away is the peace of settling in 
  One place.

   He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,


  Today he's here, gone again.


                  Keith Garrett

                              UNSEEN


   I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,


  In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of 
  Your day,


  I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,



   I push through the trees, perhaps awake you 
  From a dream.



  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I 
  Was born,



  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                        Keith Garrett

                                UNIVERSE


  Created within me Is the answer to the beginning 
  Of time,

  Is there a start or finish, an end or beginning to 
  What's mine?

  In many a direction I must be,

 Everything travels' through my darkness, who knows' 
  What there is to see.

  Older than anything, how long have I really existed,


  Where do I come from, Is the answer a mystery never 
  To be discovered?

  All things' that live within my space,


  Rotating forever, will they always be In this place.


  I am the universe, not knowing what I really am,


  With no air or much light, not a visitor from your land.


  I'll stay here, who can say just how long,


  Perhaps till an end comes to my time.


                          Keith Garrett

                          WHEN I'M OLD


  Walking on the beach, young with many dreams,


  Hand in hand, alive at sixteen.


  School dances, a roller rink where we skated,


  At parties we saw each other, a long time ago.


  Showed up at your house, honking a horn,


  A father came to greet me, his hand on the door.


  Just a boy as a young girl were you,


  Some years ago, in a town we both knew.


   More than forty years later, again we walk together,


   We still have our dreama, hand in hand, not sixteen.


   Maybe some aches and pains, scars that remain,


   Your hair changes color, less for me remains.


   We once were children, at times a little childish 
  We seemed,

   When I'm old, will you still see in me the same?


   Will you walk with me, hand in hand,


   Back on that beach, as the sun slowly sets.

       Keith Garrett

                         ALL ALONE TONIGHT

  I pulled up in the driveway, there weren't any 
  Lights on,
  Stepped out from the car as the dog was barking
  Loud.
  I caught a glimpse of a full moon rising high in 
  The night,
  Took my keys from my pocket, unlocked and 
  Opened the door.
  Flipped on the light, before into my house I
  Did step,
  Is anyone home, no answer would I get.

  To the back door I went to let the noisy dog in,

  Wagging his tail and licking my chin.

   I turned on the t.v. and put on a favorite show,

   Made myself a strong drink, there's nobody home.    

  A bag of chips and a sandwich, no wife or sign of 
  Any kids,
   It's been such a long day, maybe they all ran away.

  Up the stairs I went to make sure this wasn't a joke,

  The rooms were empty, no consideration, not even 
  A note.
  I fed the dog, I put out the trash, no respect for the 
  Things I give,
   Should I be concerned that they're nowhere to be 
   Found,
  If they don't care how I feel then my drink and I will 
  Relax on the couch.
  All alone tonight, not a family in sight, a dog is faithful 
  At my side,
   Peaceful and quiet, another drink and i'm feeling alright, 
  Not a bad night.
   I suppose I should now worry with no word as it's 
  Getting kind of late,
  One more drink and perhaps I'll call the police, maybe 
  Just go to sleep,
  The phone just rang, they went to the movies, what a family 
  As they had no care for me.
                          Keith Garrett

                                ALONE IN THE DARK


  Everyone Is gone, I look around, silence Is the sound,                


  Where did they go, I do not know, I am somehow alone.


  A campsite of darkness Is a fun and peaceful place,


  A warm fire, friends, and laughter will liven up the night.


  What a difference It makes when you're alone In the dark,


  The lonely quiet that accompany's a fear that something 
  Is there.

  There are two parts, different views on being alone In 
  The dark,

  Peace and time by yourself to breathe and think can be great.


  Wondering what's a danger or the silent dark that scares a man,


  Fear of the unknown, afraid of being alone, alone In the dark.


                                Keith Garrett