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,
100 YEARS FROM TODAY
Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,
History it is to us, read about in books of long lost times.
The days are always moving along, we do take for granted the morning,
The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading into the night.
Here where we stand may still be standing, another will be standing,
100 years from today the world that we know will have much changed.
Just as we wonder what life was like back in a time of cowboys and pioneers,
Tomorrow’s people will also wonder and read about our time and place.
100 years from today we will be a part of history, others will be amazed,
Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the world appeared to be a dream.
Keith Garrett
MYTHICAL GHOSTS
Keith Garrett
In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,
Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.
Remember as a child you would put a tooth under your pillow,
As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with riches.
Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live within her,
She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.
As you drift off into slumber it is he whom watches over,
A man whom possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.
Grants does he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,
Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.
He’s as old as the universe, he’s of the beginning,
He knows of life, the name is father time.
A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,
When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.
Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child,
Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.
Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so white,
He gives to the world on Christmas eve, Santa Claus.
HE HAD A DREAM
He use to be, he walked as a man,
Growing up as a child, harder than one could have imagined.
With strength and courage he stood for the fight,
So many against him as he marched for what’s right.
At times so scary to speak what you believe,
Most just complain, Oh! not he.
It took a demon, the devil in disguise,
To take from him what he told from inside.
He was once a boy but grew to become a man,
To tell of his cause as he walked with the people hand, in hand.
His name was Martin Luther King,
He was not forgotten because of an ignorant mans bullets ring.
He had a dream,
He was a man,
His dream is alive. Keith Garrett
HE WANTED TO BE REMEMBERED
A journey with a friend home, a journey all alone,
Last night at camp site, a time for conversation.
A little supper under the stars, light from a fire,
Unusual talk from the lips of a friend, saying something.
He wanted to leave his mark on the world, on a friend he would,
He was to go away that night, a friend by his side.
That started a friend thinking, he wanted to be remembered,
He needed to make his wife and family understand, for himself.
Afraid that he would be forgotten, so afraid, who would remember his name,
A project with his name on it, wood tables with only his Initials would be.
One hundred years later a single worn piece of furniture many would see,
His initials would be, his name never known, he wanted to be remembered.
Keith Garrett
THOUGHTS’ OF CLAIRE DE, LUNE
FRENCH FOR MOONLIGHT
A shadowy figure of a woman against a background of a shimmering lake,
Mystery woman, who could she be, who is she.?
Such beautiful music moves down into your soul,
Sounds of piano floating in your mind.
A symphony of beauty composed from the heart,
Peaceful and a little lonely is it.
Thoughts of love, memories of times since past,
Romance and spending time with that special one.
Music from heaven is where this comes,
A masterpiece of possibility dreaming, magic, and a wish of hope.
Keith Garrett
PIECES OF TIME
Our time as humans, animals, anything living loses time,
All created things age with time, there are many quotes about time.
Time does get older but never does it go away, never backwards,
A clock, a watch, the ancient sun dial that watched our day pass,
An hourglass of sand, those which remind us always of our time.
Pieces of time, a memory thought of with long lost friends, older now,
Pictures on a mantle, photographs and picture albums, dust covered.
Antiques, old relics lost with time, discovered within aging places,
Pieces of time, an old remembered house, friends that rest inside.
Keith Garrett
