A COWBOY’S HEART

Born in a town, his roots most important too him,

A mother and father, family mean so much.

Love for the land that he walks upon,

Precious is a horse he calls friend, a hard working man.

Maybe the love of a woman he holds in his heart,

A beautiful song lives in this cowboy’s many thoughts.

Integrity and honor is in the kind of person he is,

He has things of want but needs very little,

Watching the sun go down as he rests upon his horse.

He does what it takes, he stands always tall,

He gives of his heart, much heart, a cowboy’s heart.

Keith Garrett

A CONFESSION TODAY

As a child I was a dreamer, my imagination running wild,

Life was somewhat of a fairy tale, I awoke at a young age.

As my father died then much anger grew inside,

A slow process as I was shy, not really did I seem to cry.

Now a lost boy inside, kept it to myself as I played each day,

My teen years were without a father or parent who appeared invisible.

This is my view and what I believe, others may disagree but I am me,

I was never one who wanted to hurt people or animals, out of control.

I was never a bad person but did things that I would regret in many ways,

Decisions and choices would haunt to this day, some would give a change.

There are those that can not be fixed, I can mend others day by day,

A confession today, from a man who was never perfect in any way.

Keith Garrett

A COLLECTION OF TIME

From our first look, a picture, a baby book,

Pictures in school, pictures in the park,

Home movies and videos, memories of whom we are.

A collection of time, scenes and images from a life,

A scrap book of many filled and turned pages to see,

Photo albums created from places, times with family.

A collection of time, pictures faded, recalled faces that change,

All that which we hold onto, saved in boxes, dusty shelves of thoughts,

A collection of time, memories in our minds, treasures left behind.

Keith Garrett

A CLOUD CHOSEN

I travel along across the sky floating weightless,

Down below there is you, recognize I do.

Feel the wind blow through your hair, I am there,

Call on me if ever you need from me anything.

I rest on my cloud looking down on where I once stood,

In your yard watching the birds fly in the sky.

There are many clouds throughout time never ending,

But it’s this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.

A place to be alone, a place where dreams are real,

The sun shines upon me, its warmth I feel, I can see

Myself smile in the light.

A friend that’s true would do for another anything,

If ever you need I will jump down off my cloud to be.

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

A CHAMPION YOU ARE

You tee off at dawn with club In hand,

Swinging for your target, you take your stand.

Giving up Is not what you do,

Eighteen holes, whatever It takes to make It through.

Walking the course no matter how tired,

Strength and fight are In you to win this match.

On to another day, one more tee off,

Again swinging that club till the end.

Every sunset under par,

Always a champion you are.

Keith Garrett

A BRIDGE I CROSS

Far it reaches through my time,

My travel across it a never ending journey.

Obstacles are sometimes in my way,

I’ll hurdle over or push out of my way.

Moving along searching, always searching,

For just a little more of things not to hurt me.

Not ever knowing what’s ahead,

Stop I will not until the end.

Keith Garrett

A BOAT LOST

Slowly floating, adrift In waters’ so calm,

Why does It have no travelers’, alone.

Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,

Where has It been, where does It travel.

No answers’ does It give to questions’,

Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.

Keith Garrett

A BIG HEART

He was a small man but only in height,

He would lose his wife as a child was born.

Lou was his name, a man so kind,

Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.

A job was needed, treated like some kind of freak,

Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.

This is not who he was, why are people so ignorant and mean,

Confined to jail by one whom did not care, a much needed favor.

A daughter in danger, this little man with a big heart was needed,

Risk his life he would, even for those whom did look down upon,

A big heart in a man who did appear to stand taller than all.

Keith Garrett

A BEGGAR, A THIEF

He wanders the streets, a taste for food, a thirst for drink,

Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place to sleep.

Asking for that which comforts his pain,

Pride and self respect are put aside.

A human being, a man with a story,

A beggar today without any glory,

Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse.

Criminal thoughts, a good man not,

Working for nothing, he does not care.

He steals anything, he has no heart,

A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts.

A beggar, a thief, so many differences of course.

Keith Garrett,