A MAN WITH AN AXE

Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, many types and sizes,

Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work must be done.

A job it is to chop enough wood to warm a home for the Winter,

Must be done, perhaps no fun as it is an accomplishment to be proud.

Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped and split wood for a fire,

A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it’s cut, stronger it grows.

A man with an axe gets this job done, he sweats from morning till the setting sun,

Swinging an axe, working as the cold moves closer,

The wood pile will rise higher.

A man with an axe is strong and determined,

He will succeed because he knows of its need,

When it’s done, a Winter of warmth,

When the setting sun, he knows the job is done.

Keith Garrett

A DIFFERENT KIND OF HOME

I thought about it a little more recently as I stroll through the park,

So sad it is for some of them as they are hard working and lost everything.

For others there are no excuses only bad choices or criminal doing,

Some get lost in the cracks as the help that is for them needed does not care.

We have homeless heroes, how is it possible when they gave their all,

Some are sick and hurt as they lost more than their material life.

A different kind of home they now have, not what they remember,

Let me describe it to you, some of us are a paycheck away, maybe a day.

The roof over their head may be a clear sky or a rainy night,

The walls around them are not the same as they often change.

A couch wherever they sit, a bed wherever they rest their head,

Television set, that which is taken in by their wishing eyes.

A shower for granted taken each day, when will a shower come their way,

gone now is the refrigerator that was, like an animal they search now.

A different kind of home not that they can call their own, they roam,

Circumstances of why, many reasons you see, sadness wears many feet.

Keith Garrett

LISTEN TO THE DRUMBEAT

Thump, thump, hear the sound that makes the world go around,

Feel the pounding of its rhythm, the drum beats hard, the heart beats fast.

Listen to the drum beat that lives inside, listen to music, the drum beat cries,

Boom! boom! echoes through the sky, thunder is the drum, it beats out loud.

Wait for the rumble as the shaking earth trembles with an awesome fear,

Bang! Bang! listen as the sleeping child’s heart comes to life in the dark night.

Bombs and gunfire sing through the war beaten land, thump, thump,

The drum beats slow, the drum beats fast, a mother’s terror as her son dies.

The dancing boxer, hard hit as he is dropped to the floor, beat of his heart,

Thump, thump, boom! boom! goes his heart like the drum beat so slow.

Listen to the drum beat, to the sound of wandering feet, like a drum,

A first breath of life, a slower and slower beat of the fading , going away.

Keith Garrett

” A MOMENT IN THE SUN”

Has It always been mine since the beginning of time,

I was born to run, I was born to chase the wind, so I run.

I’ve walked along the shore, my feet wet in the sand,

Holding hands, by myself I stand alone, a man.

There’s been at times much fun, I am not done,

Friends’ and loved ones vanished as the hour glass runs.

When will It come I ask! this moment, my moment In the sun.

It was yesterday, appeared again today, did I not see,

Tomorrow will I wonder when It Is to be as It lives all around me.

I had dreams of a girl once upon a time, she came to visit me,

She came to say hi, for just a moment in time, a moment gone by.

I’ve had a moment in the sun, a moment to run, to chase the wind,

I’ve had a love whom went away with the passing day, she flies.

My journey takes me to a place but who follows behind,

On another day will catch me, slow down to that which may be.

Keith Garrett

A WHISPER

A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,

Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.

The sun rises, day breaks slowly,

Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper’s.

The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,

Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.

A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,

Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.

A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,

A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.

Keith Garrett

A CHANCE TO SEE

A chance to see fore never have I been able to walk in light,

A chance to watch the sun rise as never before seen but dreamed.

A chance to see the trees sway in the wind as the wind never seen,

A chance to see the mountains that I never thought a reality.

A chance to see the clouds so big in the sky drifting slowly by,

A chance to see the waves in the ocean only heard through time.

A chance to walk without a cane, to be free, walk, and see,

A chance to see a smiling face that might smile back at me.

A chance to see all the things that I have always dreamed,

A chance to see what’s never been before these eyes,

A chance, a chance, to see what is in front of me.

Keith Garrett

A BOAT LOST

Slowly floating, adrift in waters so calm,

Why does it have no travelers, alone.

Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,

Where has it been, where does it travel.?

No answers does it give to questions,

Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.

Keith Garrett

A PLACE TO DREAM

Away from here, far, far away I disappear,

Possibilities await me, there, only there.

Covered hills of grass so green, just you and me,

Beautiful trees, the warm colorful sun between.

A place to dream where the wind can be seen,

Where the sky can be touched, a place to dream.

A tune to my ears, that which soothes a soul,

A song in my heart, one that speaks words of you.

Hopes and wishes, fantasies or dreams,

Is there such a place for these, a place to dream.

Keith Garrett

“A STRANGER”

Cobwebs and tumbleweeds, traces of life and the past,

A forgotten road not so often traveled, not anymore.

Where do they go, the ones we once knew and walked with,

More and more they become ghosts, faded faces from yesterday.

Time slips away slowly Into my tomorrow where my memories are found,

Friends’ are now strangers, strangers are now my friends.’

There once lived a woman whom I did not know, she lived her life without me,

In her there was not a thought of me, for me she had no meaning.

This stranger that I had not met would someday be the love a man could not forget,

Like the wind forever blowing, she has drifted, a stranger I never knew.

Where did you go,! where did you go,! A stranger I love, a woman I’ll never know.

Keith Garrett

“TOBY”

He was my friend, he would always know when I was near,

My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he would sound out.

Walking In to his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, he almost smiled,

Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he did for me to see.

An excitement for this beautiful friend when I showed up to visit,

The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood, I loved him.

Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball or just sitting,

I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember anything at all.

To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.

Keith Garrett