LIVE IN THE MOMENT

I am now, I am here in my moment of time,

My whole world, everything I am and know,

This is the time and place of my existence.

Nothing before or after matters at this time,

I am only one in this very large universe,

A speck compared to all created throughout time.

Live in the moment, for the moment we should,

Fore as we are now standing here it is that we are gone.

Keith Garrett

GREEK GOD OF THE SKY

It rests way up high, giant in the dark of night,

So far away, when was it formed, millions of years from today?

Beyond the stars, spinning in outer space, thirteen rings around its face,

Father of the sky, seventh planet from the sun, will you ever perish and go away?

You go by a name known to all from the beginning of man, Uranus be your name,

Quite strange as you spin forever tilted on your side, a collision be the reason why.

You orbit with others of names which have been formed so many human lifetimes ago,

Beyond the Earth, space is a place of much mystery just as you hold a mystery of your own.

Keith Garrett

“LISTEN”

Close your eyes and open your mind,

Through your ears, the sounds will work into your thoughts.

When the wind howls it makes a sound,

If a branch falls from a tree it cracks on the ground.

Listen as a plane screams across the sky,

To the sound of laughter in a yard nearby.

What do you hear when you listen to a song,?

The sounds of instruments playing along.

Do you listen when a love cries out to you,?

Possibly what hurts her, you have not a clue.

To nature listen, it has something to say,

Enjoy the sounds of every day.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO YOUR SONG

Hear It, take In all the beauty of the words that sing out In a story,

Listen to the music that sounds out In magical rhythm to the ear.

This Is your song, the greatness of It need only matter to you,

There lives no better song than the one created for you to love.

Whatever the song, the artist, matters not fore you are the listener,

You are the one who gets your own special feeling from within.

Listen to your song as It becomes you, dreaming and Imagining you are the one,

It Is you singing out to the crowd while In return they are cheering, eyes are on you.

This Is your fantasy, an escape for a moment, perhaps turns to a someday reality,

This Is your song, over and over, whenever you choose, sing It as It Is you.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE WIND

The wind has millions of years of echoing sounds,

An invisible entity that’s been always spinning around.

What it knows, that which it’s seen is unbelievable,

Touched has it all creations of the world.

The wind has whistled through many a war,

It has touched the falling rain in all places.

The wind has given power and force to the sea,

It will be here when we drift off in heaven to be.

Listen to the wind as it speaks from the beginning of time,

It knows where it’s been and it will travel into eternity.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE DRUM BEAT

Thump, thump, hear the sound that makes the world go around,

Feel the pounding of its rhythm, the drum beats hard, the heart beats fast.

Listen to the drumbeat that lives inside, listen to music, the drumbeat cries,

Boom, boom, echoes through the sky, thunder is the drum, it beats out loud.

Wait for the rumbling as the shaking earth trembles with an awesome fear,

Bang, bang, listen as the sleeping child’s heart comes to life in the dark night.

Bombs and gunfire sing through the war beaten land, thump, thump,

The drum beats slow, the drum beats fast, a mothers terror as her son dies.

The dancing boxer, hard hit as he is dropped to the floor, beat of his heart,

Thump, thump, boom, boom, goes his heart like the drum beat so slow.

Listen to the drumbeat, to the sound of wandering feet, like a drum,

A first breath of life, a slower and slower beat of the fading, going away.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE CHILD

Much too young to vote, they could make a better choice,

Not yet ready to drive although they may be the better one.

Not yet of age to drink but then who really is the right age,

When you’re thirteen they call you a teenager, you’ve only aged.

No one likes thirty, fifty, or sixty five, at least you’re still alive,

Listen to the child as they are disregarded in their playful world.

They have much to say if you don’t shut them up and put them to bed,

Ideas come from their minds as words are spoken from lips not heard.

Until they are scarred and brainwashed, full of hate and regret,

Until they are older they are not listened to, a child with a thought.

Listen to the child, pure thoughts of wisdom before they grow up,

Listen to the child, there’s more to lose than you know.

Keith Garrett

LIST OF FRIENDS

I go back in time to a city in my mind,

Memories, a list of friends in my heart and thoughts.

Yorba Linda is where I’ll travel, a beautiful spot,

I saw them at school, weekends in the pool.

Sitting on their porch, hanging around at the park,

The donut shop, a pizza with a few to start.

Riding our bikes down to the baseball field,

Tastee- freeze for an Ice cream in the heat.

Remember the hills before they were taken away,

We hung out together, dreaming was real.

Seven eleven, down in the green belt,

Names of many different streets, homes of a list of friends.

I remember all of you as I grow a bit older each day,

Those special moments in the sun, never forgetting the things we had done.

My list of friends, from a place that still lives.

Keith Garrett

LIKE A SOLDIER ON THE MARCH

Around the perimeter, he keeps his watch,

Making sure things are in order and protected from loss.

He travels and moves across the terrain,

Keeping an eye on his company’s valued cargo.

A right hand man whom reports to those above,

Loyal and dependable, through the years he serves.

He’ll walk, he’ll talk to you and listen,

Keep moving your feet or you’ll be missing.

A smile on his face, not an unreasonable man,

To the point, he will get, in his mind a vision.

Twenty four seven, he’s a company man,

Have to admire fore he takes his stand.

Keith Garrett

THE BRADY BUNCH

It started In September nineteen sixty nine, I remember I was seven,

When It appeared on television I recall thinking why are there nine

Boxes with people In them staring all around, up and down, over forty years.

The peppermint trolley company singing, here’s the story of a lovely lady,

Ending with that’s the way we became the Brady bunch, If you were a kid then.

Later the kids singing and of course growing and changing with the years,

I remembering wishing I was In that family, going to bed after watching It when

I was young, hoping I would have a dream about the show as I drifted off to sleep.

I had only one dream as I was a bit older, the kids from the show were walking on

My street In Yorba Linda on their way to my house, I thought It was real until I awoke.

It was and still Is a show that can take away your worries for just a short time,

Their problems were almost fun, If I could only have Greg’s problems for the year.

Their worst days were my best, the house was always so peaceful no matter the chaos,

Alice the housekeeper was pretty comical as you would never see this In a maid.

She was like family as she was Involved In their everyday world, she went on trips,

If she was hurt or sick then the family took care of her just like everyone else.

I remember the very first Brady Bunch show when Mike and Carol were getting Married,

They were all so young Just as I was, the day It all began, a dog named Tiger, a cat, fluffy.

Now they were one family from two, the boys’ mother had died, nothing said about the girls’ father,

Fluffy was gone with the blink of an eye, tiger was with them for a while, nothing said about where he went.

Never another word about the boy’s mom or the girls’ father throughout the series, now the Brady bunch,

I believe the last time together was Greg’s graduation, later on, the kids would come home to again.

Many adventures for the Brady’s, their first fishing trip together as a family, the Grand Canyon,

Hawaii was a great three part show that I’ll always remember, there was the Cincinnati, Amusement park trip.

The Brady Bunch never stops, It Is televised In many parts of the world, never out of syndication,

The cast of the Brady bunch was close then and over forty years they are as a real family, amazing and a gift.

I don’t think there was another show ever made like the Brady bunch, through decades children whom

have grown Into adults that watched them when they started still watch, new generations of children watch.

If you say the phrase the Brady bunch whether or not you are a fan It’s almost certain most people know

whom you are speaking about, It may not be the greatest show but It Is the greatest known show there Is.

The Brady bunch with Mike, Carol, Alice, Greg, Marcia, Peter, Jan, Bobby, and Cindy Is a show never forgotten.

I remember when Cousin Oliver joined the show, I thought he was a funny, adorable, kid who needed something.

He felt like he didn’t belong as he just wanted everyone to like him, He, Bobby, and Cindy had much mischief to

get into. It was a short stay for Oliver as the show had ended in nineteen seventy four

As I still watch them today I can remember many years ago when I was at the age of seven, the beginning of the Brady Bunch.

The Brady Bunch, wherever you are thanks for a most warm hearted show, beginning and ending more than forty years ago.

Keith Garrett