HILLS' OF FIRE
                                                         Keith Garrett

 Look to the sky, watch as the smoke rises high above,


  Beauty disappears as the heat consumes what was green.


  Ignorance or wind destroys god's masterpiece created,


  A fool is the man who can't see the gift put in front of him.


  See the hills of fire, watch as the animals run, see their fear,


  See all that can be seen through eyes of pain, of sorrow.


 Hills of fire burn no more, fire of death be rained down upon,


  Let life reappear, let the colors so bright be a sight.


  Hills of fire and death, open your eyes, do you see,


  Hills of pain, hills of sorrow, open your eyes, do you see.


  Hills of beauty and laughter, open your eyes, do you see,


  Hills of breath, hills of darkness, open your eyes, do you see.

  Hills of danger and mistrust, open your eyes, do you see,


  The glow in the sky, a scar for all to see. 


  Hills of eternity and life, open your eyes, do you see,


  Hills of slumber, hills of strength, open your eyes, do you.


  Take these hills of fire away, never again, there's a price you pay.       

                    TALE OF AN OUTLAW


  Sit back and listen as I tell you this tale of an outlaw,


  As a child, his future was uncertain as both mother and 

Father were killed.


  Hungry with no one to turn too he begged for food,


 Slept wherever might be shelter, survived as a thief.


  As he grew he then met those who lived as he lived,


 Without skills of his own, he set out on a stolen horse.


  He now was a thief and an outlaw, listen further,


 With a gun, he did not own he now robbed from those 
  Who did not steal.
                                                             
  Finally, he faced one who did not wish to give,


  Murder was now his ultimate crime.


 Hunted down by a sheriff and a posse, he was then caught,


 Because he could not travel a road of good,


 He now layed in the dirty street, dead.

                                                        Keith Garrett

             THE CAPED CRUSADERS


  Do you remember? If  you were a child, an adult would know,

  Nineteen sixty six was the beginning of a super heroes show. 

 I watched as there were villians, Batman and Robin would 
  Only know,
  I collected cards when I was a child, the bat mobile and all 
  They acuired.
  Between a world of reality and make believe, Batman and
  the boy wonder were a child's dream,
  A call from the commissioner that a criminal was back in town, 
  The bat signal was found.
  The Bat boat, the Bat copter, so amazed was I by the Bat cave, 
  Down the poles and on their way,
  Masks and capes, crazy weapons to help them on their journey 
  To stop the criminally insane.
  Remember their names, so many to say, Joker, Riddler, 
  Catwoman and Penguin are a memory,
  So many villians, can you think of their names, look at their faces, 
  A child once again.
  Batman and Robin, a comical team, Bruce Wayne and Dick 
  Grayson were reality in a dream,
  Let's not forget Alfred, buttler and keeper of secrets in between, 
  Gotham City and fantasy.
                                      Keith Garrett

      AMONGST THE AUTUMN TREES



  Into the shadows, underneath the shaded trees,


  Footsteps on a carpet of leaves falling like rain.


  Glance do i at what's above, flashes of sunlight,


  Gleaming through living statues of brilliant color.


 A gentle breeze whispers past through the branches,


 Ornaments let go of the arms that hold them floating


  quietly and gently to the ground.


  Further into the Autumn day i venture,


 All is calm with nature as it invites me to share the day.


 Amongst the Autumn trees lies much more than one dares 
 To dream,

  A never ending cycle of life that can't always be seen.

                           Keith Garrett

                                                                    1943 NICKEL


           A nickel I came upon, old is its age,


          Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.


         When it was made, which first pocket did hold,


        A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.


        Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio, 


        As time went by possibly a singer or olympian.


       A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,


       A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where could it be?


      Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has traveled,


      Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?

      Keith Garrett

                              A DARK ROAD


  Surrounded by trees, so old on either side, a dark road,
 far and wide,


  It is said that this road steals what and whom passes on by 
  On a certain night.


  The sun never shines on this long and winding road that 
  creates many cries,


  Within the trees, beyond the road that rests in darkness, 
  Sleeps a mystery.


  A quiet morning drive across the country seems peaceful, 
  But something waits,


  A dark road exists, as all around it, something wakes and
  Waits for total darkness.


  Beautiful hills, and mountains have been here for so long but 
  There's a new resident here,


  An evil force, could this be a monster that's never seen, a dark      
  road where dreams are taken away.

                      Keith Garrett

                     A CHANCE TO SEE


  A chance to see fore never have i been able to walk 
  In light,

  A chance to watch the sunrise as never before seen but 
  Dreamed.

  A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as the wind 
  never seen,

  A chance to see the mountains that I never thought a reality.


  A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky drifting slowly by,


  A chance to see the waves in the ocean only heard through 
 A
 
chance to walk without a cane, to be free, walk, and see,


  A chance to see a smiling face that might smile back at me.


  A chance to see all the things that I have always dreamed,


  A chance to see what's never been before these eyes,


  A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.


                                Keith Garrett

                       HAPPY FATHERS' DAY

                                    DAD


  I think of you often, memories are great,




  Remember when they weren't memories but real?




  Wow! Dad, you left and went away so many Fathers' days 
  ago,



  Part of me went with you back when I was a child at only 
  Seven.



  You have been loved forever, If this time on Earth is how 
  You're measured,



  Another Fathers' Day Dad, a most happy one to you, peace 
  Always.
                             Love you, Dad
                                     Keith

                            JERRY WEST

                              MR. CLUTCH

  Nineteen thirty eight, born to a family, this  West 
  Virginia boy,


  Jerry West would one day be one of the greatest ever.



  His father was a coal mine worker, abuse and pain,



  A shotgun under his bed, in fear that he may be hurt again.



  East bank  high school, West Virginia university, Zeke from 
  Cabin Creek,


  Nicknamed Mr. Clutch, famous buzzer beating, sixty foot 
  Shot,


  Game three of the nineteen seventy NBA finals against the 
  Knicks.


  Fourteen straight all star appearances for this great Lakers star,



 The NBA logo, his silhouette, "Mr. outside" his great 
  Perimeter play.


  Purple gold uniform worn by a man, down the floor, game 
  after game,


 A nineteen seventy two, thirty three game win streak, and a 
 ring.


  Many records set from college to the pros, a hall of fame 
  Player, Jerry West.
       Keith Garrett