FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW

I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,

So many clouds made my light very dim.

The things I see are not so new,

From out of my window, a simple view.

I stand here watching as time goes by,

I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.

The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,

Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.

As day becomes night and the night turns to day,

Time does not stand still but from out of my window

I see things my own way.

Keith Garrett

FROM A CHILDS MIND

The innocence of a child, we can see it everyday while they run and play,

Close your eyes and think back, think hard to a place where once you were young.

Thinking as only a child may think and imagine the world as the perfect playground,

For the average, dreaming, child death is a lie, an imaginary story in a scary book.

fairytale are a reality like living forever or as I did believe one hundred years was life,

As a young boy I would lay down on the sidewalk feeling the warmth of the sun,

Listening to the airplanes fly high in the sky with my eyes closed, pretending many things.

From a child’s mind it is a world of magic, rainbows, and that anything is possible exists,

Energy of a different kind is possessed, energy that an adult one day can not again find.

From a child’s mind most things are simple, reason or logic has no place in their magical space,

The innocence and magic of a child will suddenly disappear into the adult world where the

Reality of survival, racism, hatred, and war will soon take their long ago Innocence far away.

Keith Garrett

FROM 18 UNTIL THIS DAY

Much younger was I back when the sun rose much higher in the sky,

Still but a teenager as once a thought that I might have been a man.

When I was eighteen I was going to the beach, dreaming about life ahead,

Long blonde hair and searching for that always wanted Summer tan.

The sun begins to move west and I go beyond those teen years,

I follow the sun, it looks down upon me each morning then I chase it.

I walk the road, I live my life, the sun travels further than i can run,

The more I follow then the older i seem, i have dreamed, no more eighteen.

I am older than some friends once were, older than a father gone far away,

From 18 until this day I have changed in different ways, the sun now half way.

Keith Garrett

FREEDOM OF SPEECH
Freedom of speech, the words, phrase, and the meaning are not clear,
It Is our right we are told that speak we may In public our own way.
There Is no such thing as saying what you’re thinking out loud In the streets,
They say that It’s your right but you better be careful of what you are saying.
How much freedom of speech do we really have, I do know not that much,
I had my Attorney tell me about freedom of speech, that anyone can say what they want.
There Is no freedom of speech In the work place, try It and see what happens,
Management can not call you names, sing songs over the radio about you and your problems.
They can not make fun with a tune about the tragedy’s Of your life In front of customers,
Stress and harassment are the words that come to mind, Ignore them Is not an option.
There may be freedom of speech to a point but there Is something called rights,
People are killed depending on how they choose to use their speech, there are rules.
Watch what you speak as there are those with the power to make you go away,
Freedom of speech Is a right, there are consequences when not done the way some
Want, watch what you say, freedom of speech holds a high price today.

Keith Garrett

FIRE STORM

Like a tornado it appears suddenly, out of nowhere it attacks,

Burning heat that rages on a path of destruction without remorse.

Visible fire, a monster that with its touch can make life disappear,

With the help of natural wind this creation man made or not builds strength.

It consumes without fear, tireless, always hungry as it makes its way anywhere,

Smoke fills the sky, dark, thick, smoke travels upward into the atmosphere.

The birds fly, watch as the animals run with great fear through the hills of flame,

Survival is the only game being played today, the losers will forever go away.

Fire storm, Destroys does it a piece of our beautiful world with every attack,

Sometimes forever gone, healing of the land takes so long, scars are never gone.

Keith Garrett

“PENNY”

I found a penny on the floor,

Shiny and bright like never before,

Back on a sunny day in nineteen seventy four.

I threw it far on a windy, Spring day,

Where did it go, this penny I cast away.?

There were many more like it, dated that year,

Where has it gone, that penny tossed without care.

I pulled a penny from my pocket today, a penny from change,

I dropped it on the floor, when I picked it up so aged and old.

The date on it said nineteen seventy four just as so long ago,

What if after forty years of travel my penny found its way to me,

Imagine these things that might be, what if all is a possibility.

Keith Garrett

FIND ME!

We started searching for you yesterday as you disappeared,

You were gone, no trace or clues to what could have happened.

Never giving up hope, day and night we are working to find you,

What happened?, only you and perhaps another have the answer.

There has to be a reason, where are you!, could you be hurt,

Did you possibly decide to go away, I know everything is not okay.

Find me!, I am here below the shrubs, down from the main road,

I lost control of my car and crashed, Yes! I am hurt and can’t move.

The road is noticed as cars do pass by, I’m close by, close to home,

I think you’re too far away, find me!, I’m alive!, don’t let me die!,

I’m here waiting, I know you’ll find me, I’ll be alright, a beautiful night.

Keith Garrett

FAVORS IN THREES

How is it possible to change the world,

Can one man get it started, where to begin.?

Do a favor of unselfishness and ask that in return

This person do three favors,

Two more favors of you must be accomplished to start.

It is that someone first did a kindness for you,

They then asked of you to do these three things.

Favors of three may be quite a sacrifice indeed,

A price this may be that you pay in many a way.

A person, just one to take a chance is possible,

If each that has been given this gift does in return

Pass it on then it will never stop.

The world would be as one family, in other words,

A PERFECT WORLD.

Keith Garrett

FADES, DOES THE PICTURE

A reel to reel movie, a painting so old,

An old photo album covered in dust.

Growing up in a town long since gone,

Relics, skeletons from our yesterday.

Memories are not so clear, gone with the years,

Sometimes forgotten, at times not remembered.

Blocking out things we wish no longer to see,

The mind is a special place of reality and fantasy.

Sometimes we try to go back from within, inside,

Finding that we are lost, our way is like a fog.

Fades, does the picture, scenes of our time,

A little taken away, as we age from day, to day.

Keith Garrett

It was my reflection I watched on the still water, Flying high in the sky were birds on their endless flight. I could almost see the wind traveling through the trees, The sh…

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