MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairy tale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

MY MIND IS AN ISLAND

My mind is an island, many places to roam,

Different things that I see when I’m on my own.

If wander I do to far away,

Lost might I be in this land made for me.

See as I do and think as I may,

There are beautiful things in my thoughts everyday.

I can find my way back to where it is I should be,

If I’m looking the right way or a trail I might leave.

My island can be peaceful and sunny or stormy and dark,

I’d rather be happy and have my island be a walk in the park.

Keith Garrett

MORTAL I AM

To walk on water is an amazing thing I cannot do,

Flying across the sky, never will I fly, a thought from my mind.

Through walls of solid never will my physical body walk,

I have not the power to raise my hands and change the world.

To part the sea is a wonder that I’ve not yet seen,

Fire I cannot make rain from the sky, no not I.

I have not the ability to hide from pain,

Fear is an emotion that lives in the human being.

I am not god for it is that I may bleed and do,

I breathe the air but no guarantee of a tomorrow.

Mortal I am, for now here I’ll stand and walk this land,

Older I’ll get as surely I will not live forever in this place.

One day I’ll die and pray that my new home will be beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

RUST FROM TIME

Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away,

A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear.

A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten treasures are again a thought,

Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks of ghosts, friends we knew.

Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew those with faces and names,

Hills where we wandered have disappeared with this changing world.

Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children we knew all go away,

There are those times when I can just stand there and somewhere in the wind,

When the night is quiet, there’s a fragrance in the air, that feeling of that yesterday.

Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go our separate ways,

Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.

Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the memories in our minds

For just a little while longer.
Keith Garrett

OLD FRIENDS

As children they played, growing up in the same town,

Running in the park, playing games in the dark.

Going to school, swimming in the same backyard pool,

Singing songs, listening to music they both loved.

Sleepovers, laughing late into the night,

Going to movies, Friday and Saturday nights.

They rode their bikes to many sights,

A coke and a comic book were a delight.

Throwing a football, baseball in the park,

Being kids was what life was about.

Hanging out together in a time of youth,

Those days are gone but never forgotten.

These things I say are true to all that once played,

Through generations and lifetimes,

Here’s to old friends never forgotten.

Keith Garrett

NOT MY SPIRIT CAN

AN OPINION BREAK

It’s amazing, a person can do their very best,

Feeling good about themselves, believing they succeeded.

Behind your back it’s said with judgement, without thinking,

Sometimes just an opinion, speaking without thought.

Anger can grow from words of a mouth of ignorance,

When we know of this to be an untruth then why is it that we react.?

A lesson learned, calmness must be observed,

Words cannot hurt, opinions will never die.

We have no control over others, only ourselves,

It is we who are the masters of how and what Affects our day.

This phrase I will learn from as i go my way.

Keith Garrett

LIGHT IN THE WINDOW

Each night as the sun goes down, darkness visits a sleepy town,

A usual stroll through the streets brings peace before dreams.

What’s noticed from a mans eyes within the blackness is a window,

A dark building shows off the faint light that glows from behind a shade.

As I pass by every night along my route of walking i wonder about the light,

Who might be there beyond the walls surrounding this one and only window.

Always seems so quiet, could there be laughter or singing on the other side,

Someone quietly reading a book, dreaming of what’s out there in the world,

Beyond their window, do they wonder of things that are a mystery to them.

Is there a possible sadness that wanders around inside, whom might hide,

A name must be attached to a soul with a life, only a light in the window is seen.

Keith Garrett

JONATHAN AND ELIZABETH

Children, growing up together In a town, small with memories,

Boy and girl, friends from such a young age, playing games, walking In the rain.

Walking to school In the morning, laughing together In the Spring and Summer,

Sharing thoughts and at times secrets of Importance that weren’t meant for boy and girl.

They grew to be very close, this boy whom would be there to protect a girl so loved,

Jonathan was a kindhearted friend and let It be known that he would do for Elizabeth anything.

She In return cared so much for him that It was said death would be a beautiful thing,

Jonathan and Elizabeth were now teenagers, a love that would change In a special way.

Together often as life changed, soon adulthood would bring them to man and woman,

Happiness was theirs as most knew of their bond, the future was already written.

Life can be altered In an Instance as their hands would be pulled apart,

Jonathan would keep for a while the only secret ever from Elizabeth, his sickness.

With a failing heart, a prom dream come true, a drive afterwards, a secret shared for two,

There’s a reason for all things as In a blink from the eye, one would surely die.

A car accident, slowly dying was his beloved Elizabeth, she would show the greatest love,

Her heart she would give to Jonathan just as always she had done, this for his life.

Elizabeth would forever live within Jonathan each day he awoke to the morning light,

Jonathan and Elizabeth, forever together and forever after they would be.

Keith Garrett

HER NAME BE LISA

I sit here on a weekly basis visiting her, the green grass beneath me,

Life goes on all around but In between a piece of land that rests quietly.

It holds those whom have passed on, whom rest peacefully In the great beyond,

This Is such a beautiful spot where the dead lay silently beneath the aging trees.

I can feel the wind upon my skin as It Is seen with branches moving musically,

The slightly clouded sky moves along forever as forever this will be her grave site.

Her names be Lisa as It will be always carved In stone, I sit here while she Is forever gone,

A place she goes, somewhere, where It Is only the peacefully departed shall ever know.

This place where I sit, a memorial to them, to her so that all will be remembered by some,

I know that she rests not here beneath a grave stone with her name upon It, she’s gone.

Physically It Is as close as can be, does she know I am here, she sleeps always In my heart,

Her name be Lisa, she once had life here as I still live on without her, one day our souls will meet.

Keith Garrett

THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN

Many lifetimes ago there lived a youthful man,

He worked hard, he did all that a man can.

On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,

Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.

A simple man whom worked hard on his land,

Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.

He had a wife with a pretty smile,

She was there when the day was done,

As he walked in from the setting sun.

Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,

A warm fire and some conversation till sleep set in their eyes.

Children were grown, an adventure of their own,

A mother, a father, in a home now alone,

Their once was a man whom loved all that he had.

Keith Garrett