ON A SHIP TO MANY LANDS

Let’s us take a trip together, we have the time, let’s sail,

We’ll pack our things, board that ship bound for exciting lands.

Around the world we go, traveling across the waters on a ship,

Where we are heading will be to places never seen by our eyes.

Around the world, Australia, Ireland, Greenland, what a world,

Alaska, Switzerland, Hungary, we’ll see it all, we may never go home.

Germany, Italy, France, there’s so much beauty from gods created thoughts,

Scotland, England, on a ship to many lands, across the oceans, on a ship we stand.

We’ll have sailed the seven seas and seen the moon and stars hand in hand.

Keith Garrett

HOW OLD IS OLD?

The universe has been around us for so long no one knows,

Dinosaurs lived once upon a time, where does the time go.

The earth is old but to the cosmos young as a new born child,

How old is god, is he older than old.?

Oceans never stop moving, around the world they go,

How old are the oceans, how old, how old.?

Mountains stand together so high in the sky,

They’re not as old as the sun, how old is old.

If we live to be one hundred then we are very old,

In the scheme of eternity we are a speck of dust in the wind.

How old is old, a thought to ponder as we age day by day.

Keith Garrett

” TODAY, TOMORROW, AND FOREVER”

Today It Is that I awake to a new life, a new morning, this morning,

Yesterday doesn’t need me anymore, she holds’ no place In her heart.

Dreams’ die hard fore wishes are merely a fairytale, make believe,

Float do I on a cloud of hope and prayer, seeing my world day to day.

Does tomorrow wait for me, If so, look forward to my visit I will,

Not yet written, what words’ does It have for me, does It hold for me a story.

Forever In this world I cannot be, I will fade away, a memory I must be,

Today, tomorrow, and forever, there will always be, a forever awaits me.

Keith Garrett

A PERFECT CRIME

They think that they are of something unique,

No one ever is watching, no one sees they think.

They plot and they plan, not so logical, woman or man,

Thoughts that roam their scary, sick minds,

They act calm and kind as they plan ones demise.

A perfect crime of many sorts fill the criminal minds,

They seem not to worried about being caught at the time.

Going on with their deeds believing they will always be free,

When they plan a perfect crime, what is in their minds.

Keith Garrett

VOICES

Around us we hear those whom speak,

Words and phrases to others whom will hear.

So many different tones from mouths each day,

Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.

Talking a lot Is a way for some,

Fast and unclear Is another way too.

We hear many voices as we spend our day,

Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.

Voices are heard singing songs,

Which makes us happy and bring our emotions outside.

On the phone there are voices, to us spoken words,

We can’t even see them but still they are heard.

Without voices we will not be heard,

If we are not heard then there Is silence.

Keith Garrett

UNDER AN OAK TREE

Breezy is the day, spring is in the air,

Sunny is the way, a few clouds in the sky.

Sitting by the river, peaceful as can be,

A picnic with you, on a blanket, under an oak tree.

Shady and cool, what a beautiful way to play,

A little music to our ears, this is our day.

Listen to the birds, they sing in the wind,

Butterflies float from here to there.

A time of pleasure, moments without care,

Do you remember a time when this was you,

I remember Springs so long ago, I remember you.

Keith Garrett

WHEN WILL THERE BE JUSTICE

I saw a small child today, ten years old,

Beaten and raped, she wondered why.

There is evil in the world, I’m sorry young girl,

Two men who did this are only but trash you see,

They were punished so quickly, the ultimate price I agree.

A father of a sweet, little, black girl, he killed with much rage,

Now a criminal for protecting, is vengeance not at times good.

There is a fine line between what is right and sometimes wrong,

A man whom was desperate without hope is now behind bars,

When will there be justice, fore what is right and maybe wrong.

Keith Garrett

WHEN THERE IS A KNOCK

Knock! knock! knock! at your door, who can it be? not sure,

Unforms worn to show their identity, a disguise this may be.

When they are not whom they appear to be, what might happen is scary,

Do not just open your door, be sure before you become no more.

When there is a knock, a face of a stranger appears on the other side,

A smile of sincerity or perhaps an evil one who preys on the trusting.

When there is a knock, think twice before you gladly open your door,

Friend or foe, it is hard to know anymore as they approach from out there.

Keith Garrett

WHEN MAN BROKE HIS PROMISE

I would say from the beginning the wrong decisions were made,

Starting with what was said not to be, a mistake from Adam and Eve.

When man broke his promise nothing ever could be the same,

Punished might we be, certainly if you in your heart do believe.

Almost as if a curse has been put upon the world, he is watching,

When man broke his promise he did punish himself in many a way,

He did not at one time listen, today continues on that same path of destruction.

When man broke his promise the world did change, never to be what might be.

Keith Garrett

ON THIS, MY MOUNTAIN

My life spent here for many a year,

Born in a cabin, my childhood chasing dreams.

Seasons of many I watched as the trees grew tall,

Winters of snow, Springs of flowers, Summers and Falls.

Family and friends have passed through time,

The sky stays the same, the wind does not change.

Animals come to life as they too grow old,

The rain falls, the sun rises and sets as it always has.

On this, my mountain an old man I do stand,

It does not touch the sky higher, does not lay down and die.

Once belonged to another, again to many a man,

On this, my mountain, i’ll forever be part.

Keith Garrett

On this, my mountain, i’ll forever be part.

Keith Garrett