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…

Source: MY LAST SUMMER

How deep the woods, Into the mist of the early morning, Through the trees my feet walk upon the aging leaves. Can’t see the sky beyond the trees so high, Quiet is the sound as i move along…

Source: LAUGHTER IN THE WOODS

Born quite a distance from civilized land, this man was, In this place, these surroundings of still and quiet, lives he. Immense sort of a man, bearded with scraggly hair, Hunts for that which he e…

Source: MAN OF THE WOODS

EXPRESSIONS

There are those with looks of a fear unexplained,

Scared of something ,the world does not understand.

Laughing in the park, a man and woman,

Happy are their faces as seen from the street.

Crying all alone under a tree, tears of life,

Sadness spills out of a heart so broken.

Anger sits in the soul of a human being with hurt,

Upset at the loss of loves rejection.

Many faces of this life worn, expressions learned,

Expressions so true, those of me, those of you.

Keith Garrett