YOU WERE MOM
I can't quite remember when I first opened my eyes,
From that moment you were always by my side, mother
Of mine.
You held me when I was hungry, fed me as I drifted
Back to sleep,
Made me feel secure, washed me and made sure I was
Always clean.
When I woke from a scary dream, it was you who took
Away my fearful screams,
You were there when I was down, near and always around,
You were mom.
You taught me about the things that I should know, about
The world as I would grow,
You were a friend, companion, but most of all, you were
My mother, you were mom.
Memories I will never forget, I would trade them all for one
More day, you went away,
I will see you again in a different kind of land, you were mom,
Thanks for all that you were.
Happy Mother's Day, in heaven, you rest.
Keith
A NEW MOTHER’S DAY
A NEW MOTHER'S DAY
Not as before, when morning phone calls would visit,
Cards sent with love, through the mail cease to be,
Flowers of color may be your,s in a new heavenly scene.
Many Mother's Day celebrations, we all shared with you,
Words to a mother, in a different way we'll do.
A new Mother's Day of changes, some sad, a day to be glad,
Our Mother would want us to be happy, just as she,
No dwelling on the loss, let it go, as in heaven she will
Forever be.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom,
Rest in peace.
Keith
ABOVE THE WAVE
ABOVE THE WAVE
Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, It rolls In,
They all come to watch, they come to ride the wild surf.
For the true surfer, It comes from within, at one with
The wave,
Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide across
The water.
From Australia, the split, surfers' paradise, they battle the
Rolling storm,
To Hawaii, waimea Bay, North Shore, Pipeline, or Hanalei Bay,
The wave.
Above the wave where dreams' are made, surf the open
Waterway,
Around the world, beyond the shores of Peru to New Zealand,
Ride.
Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,
Touch the water, and listen to the sound of the crashing waves.
Keith Garrett
1943 NICKEL
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
ACROSS THE DESERT, I TRAVEL
ACROSS THE DESERT, I TRAVEL
My challenge this day, a trek across the always
dangerous desert,
Pack my things, just myself and a backpack, complete
With all I need.
Dressed In jeans, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt, and hat,
I am ready,
Early morning, as the rising sun stares down upon me,
Time to move.
Such a feeling, to seem alone In the world, step by step
Through the quiet
Morning, while nature does Its own thing, I am watched
As I walk.
Across the desert I travel, with a breeze swirling around
What surrounds,
The heat of the day has not yet arrived, as I continue my
Quest through the desert land.
So much beautiful and unusual plant life, animals seen
From a distance,
The sun Is moving, day Is disappearing, with shadows
Forming upon this land.
I'll soon make camp with the animals of the night, a fire
so bright, warm with light,
When the morning comes, then I will continue my journey
Until I am done,
Across the desert I travel.
Keith Garrett
ABOUT THIS PICTURE
ABOUT THIS PICTURE
This is what you see, a man standing there,
With a microphone in his hand, singing out celtic songs.
Dressed partly in green with expression and thought,
Bruce Springsteen is his name, many things he's about.
There's emotion that comes from a musical spirit,
Look at his face, what do you see?
Keith Garrett
A WESTERN SCENE
A WESTERN SCENE
They stood alone but together, gunfighters so mean,
A battle on a dirty street, a ghost town today, of
Memories,
A western scene where dance hall girls entertain
Gamblers so drunk,
Outlaws who do rob and kill, will one day have their
Walk to the gallows.
There is a ranch out beyond where a town sits, cowboys
whom once rode,
There was a time when laws were different, justice could
Be a swift act.
Bounty hunters tracked down fugitives, who escaped and
Ran from the law,
A western scene, where a family worked hard for a farm,
For their dream.
Keith Garrett
A WAND OF MAGIC
A WAND OF MAGIC
In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,
Not even a word and crime would disappear.
I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,
Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.
Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,
The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.
I could run fast or jump high,
A tear would be one less for all of mankind.
The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,
With a wave from my hand, this would end.
A wand of magic, need not be that of evil,
For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.
A wand of magic is not to be real,
We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.
Keith Garrett
ADRIFT AT SEA
ADRIFT AT SEA
No memory have I of how this came to be,
Lost and alone, just me and the sea.
Day after day, across endless water,
Above only the sky and the seagulls that fly.
Get by do I with only little water and food,
Maybe a hope and a prayer that it may get me
Through.
In the distance, perhaps a dolphin or whale,
My imagination is running wild.
Thinking of what's below me, scares me some,
Loneliness is worse, fore nobody listens.
A dream am I having, or my personal hell,
Until the end of this, i'll not be able to tell.
Up ahead, what is it that I see,
My hope and prayer is answered to me,
No longer will i be, adrift at sea.
Keith Garrett
ADAM
ADAM
From his death were heard cries of pain,
A man no more, a girl, a memory, all has changed.
No more of this Earth, onward a souls journey to
Another life,
Somewhere In heaven, he dwells by the Lord's side.
With those who loved him, he had a place,
In their hearts, forever In their thoughts.
Remembering always that this was a mother's child,
A sister's brother, a child's father, or a girl who loved him,
Even though he was not perfect, and sometimes a bit wild,
He was once a small child who played In the dirt,
Played In the water, and sometimes got hurt.
This was his time to go, no more pain or sorrow will he know,
Up In the sky, fly away, fly.
Keith Garrett