In A WESTERN TOWN
                            
                         
Walk these streets, sidewalks of wood,

Where men wear boots, hats, and guns.
      
Women wear dresses of an earlier time,

Some of morals, others work men for 
A dime.
 A sheriff, a deputy, to keep peace 
And Order,

 Jail is for those who can't follow 
 The law.

A school house, a church, places of 
Good,

 Children learn lessons, a house of god.


  A saloon is a place of drink and 
  Games,

 A piano heard, upstairs, women of 
 the night.

 In a western town there are many things,


A stable for horses, a gunfight to end 
One's day,

 Once upon a time in a western town.

   Keith Garrett                


         


             


           


   


       


         


                


               


          


      


     


            

                                                

clouded by the glory of those

All around,

These fearless giants will hold

Their ground.

They keep back the enemy from

Getting through,

For their standing general, this

Job they’ll do.

Face to face, they push and shove,

to come out on top, to rise above.

Exhausted and dirty, the pain shows

Through blood red,

from head to toe, hurt and cut,

Between them too much said.

Heroes in the middle, through

The snow and rain,

Nothing could be won without

Sacrifice and strain.

To these men who give their all,

Show them respect, honor them

With the game ball.

Keith Garrett

1980 Esperanza Aztecs

                                                                                                  1969

I was a child in 1969, I had not 
A vlue 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

A long ride, not much in between,

Upon a quiet, deserted town, I came.

Not a soul in sight, a breeze echoes

Through this place,

Many different sounds as If people

Lived.

Only ghosts of a town that once had

Breath,

The back and forth clanging of an

Open jailhouse door.

A saloon sign creeks as it swings

In the wind,

I can almost feel those who once

Were here.

Only dust walks these streets,

This town that died,

I’ll stay here for the night,

I’ll be alright.

The only thing that will be

my company are a horse and

Tumbleweeds.

Keith Garrett

Watching the kids throwing snow

Balls in the cold,

Snow falling down, clapping their

Hands, joyful sounds.

Sleds and saucers, laughter rings

Through the day,

I am here as I am shown the greatest

Time a child may have.

Making a snowman come to life, snow

Angels upon the ground,

Watching their dreaming eyes wish

Upon a star, a lifetime ahead.

Like looking back in time, when the

Magic was more alive, It fades,

The greatest time is watching

Children fly with no scars to hide.

Keith Garrett

When the snow falls, I watch your

Expression, you glow,

You see the falling snow, I see your

Eyes sparkle, a smile shown.

Your eyes are closed as the cold wind

Is upon you, you are seen,

You feel the wind, the wind is beautiful

But not so beautiful as you.

Winter is here, we are all a part of It,

We share this season,

Winter brings the cold to you, together

We are warmer than the cold.

I love winter with you as we share the

Beauty of all that the season brings,

I love you when I see all the emotion

These wonderful things do for you,

I love winter, I love you, and all the

Things together we do.

Keith Garrett

From Mississippi, born quite some

Time ago,

The name of Elvis will be forever

Known.

Gospel music, he could sing very well,

Growing up in a town where the poor

Would dwell,

He loved his Mother, to her, a song he

Would sing.

Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy,

Fame this would bring,

Moving on to Memphis, a place in Tennessee,

A mansion known as Graceland, now the home

For he.

Always nearby, on him an eye they keep,

Called the Memphis Mafia, is who they would

Be.

A show he puts on in such places, so well

Known,

All over the world, his legend has grown.

When his time came, the lord made his

Visit,

Away, Elvis went with him, to the music

We still listen.

Keith Garrett