LOST IN THE SNOW

 This tale is about a man, one I knew,

 Traveled down a road, now lost in the snow.

  Dark nights and alone, cold, so very cold,

  Stands on his feet but which way to go.

  It's hard to see if your eyes are closed,

  Lost in the snow but there's a place of help.

  Don't rely on who is searching, maybe no one 
  At all,

  Be strong old pal, find your own way out.

  Believe it or not, some have been seeking you out,

  Worried about your safety, the message is there.

 There's much around to keep you alive,

  Nothing comes easy, don't give up my friend,

  Fore you must try or you'll surely die.

  Lost in the snow is no way to end,

 There's a road that will take you again to a friend.

                Keith Garrett  


                              LIKE A BLANKET,

                                  I COVER YOU

  Down from the clouds, upon you I fall,

  Light and fluffy but cold I am called.

 To the rain I am related, to start out soft,

  As the earth gets warmer, then am I lost.

  Like a blanket I cover you, not so warm 
  You will know,

  White as a marshmallow, not as heavy it 
  Is told.

  Throw me you can, or watch as I come down, 

  Not much noise do I make as I touch the ground.

  I'll go away for a while you see,

  But come back I will, for i'm always to be.

                                        Keith Garrett


                          FOLLOW THE RIVER

  Watching the water as It flows' down stream,

  I walk Its' path on either side.

  As the river turns,' swaying from side, to side,

 The rushing water crashes and throws' Itself at me

  As I make my way along.

  On my journey past trees and hills,'

  Notice do I the bright sun and big white clouds' 
  Passing me by.

  Follow, follow the river on a course chosen by Itself,

 Onward, downward until such a place where the water 
  Lies still.

  I follow the river to a resting spot,

  Now It Is time for this soul to sleep.

                                             Keith Garrett


                              SHADOWS IN THE SNOW

  So cold it is on a Winter's day,

 The trees in the distance are empty, 
  With a touch of frost upon them.

  Appears very quiet with not a soul to 
  Be found,

  Nature by itself, nature not disturbed.

  A fence runs across the snow covered land,

  Followed by shadows that accompany its path.

  Around the trees, through the hills, and 

  As the sun goes down there are shadows, shadows 
  In the snow.

                                 Keith Garrett


                          WHITE MOUNTAINS

  They stand so high, above water, so cold and Icy,

  Layered with white, powdery snow, stretched for 

  Clouds rest over this land of Winter, and such a 
  Quiet peace,

  Although the wind blows across the chilly water,
  And  Lonely mountain tops.

 There are slopes of wet snow, that melt and flow 
  Down into a lake,

  That when the sun shines on it, sparkles like 
  Shiny glass,

  Icicles hang from ridges, that have lived for 
  Some time.

  Formed over centuries and in times mind.

  Beautiful mountains, these white mountains.

                            Keith Garrett


                    HE HAD A DREAM!

  He used 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 

  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' wring

  He had a dream, he was a man, his dream Is alive.

                              Keith Garrett


                                  A SAD SITUATION

   A little bit different, a lonely child was she,

  Her mother so out of touch, a young girl's misery.

  Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,

  She did not fit in at school, something else about her.

  They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger 

   A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.

  The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end, 

   So different was she, this child no more to be.

                                            Keith Garrett


                              HEAVENLY STARS

  A night of Winter, they shine high in the sky,

  Scattered stars so far away, It's that time of year.

  They've been there so long, watch them sparkle 

  Spirits above appear, heavenly stars are a sight.

  It's clear and cold, be amazed at stars so old,

  How long have they been floating, only God knows. 

  Into the sky we stare, heavenly stars everywhere,

  Part of Gods wonder, wonderful is up there.

                           Keith Garrett


                                   A COWBOY'S HEART

  Born in a town, his roots most important to 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

  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



 Worry do we about the enemy from far away lands,

  More of a chance to be invaded by an enemy within.

   From protests of angry citizens, violence occurs,

  Nothing will ever get better in the way they try to 
  Be heard.

  Rioting in the streets, destroying one's own 

  How to accomplish anything when nothing you do 
  Is of good.

  Shootings, fires, and bombs, across a nation said to 
  Be great,

  We show the world ignorance, our children are taught 
  Terrible things.

  Let's not destroy one another as we are doing just 
  Fine so far,

   Wake up America, what will all this destruction do for 
                                             Keith Garrett