DRINK FROM THE FOUNTAIN

Fact or a fantasy, like the wishing, never ending thought that we can

Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a magical land.

A four leaf clover, that search for the little green grass of hope,

Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the candles,

Did you get that which you closed your eyes for.

Drink from the fountain, first you must search the world,

Reality or a myth, could this be true, did god place upon this earth

The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden contains a fountain so true.

How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all will someday die,

If so true then god put It In a place where no man would ever venture to.

Keith Garrett

A DRIFTING MAN On a road of travel without any end, Rests his weary body wherever he can. Sleeps in the night hidden from sight, Days’ of length, the next stop is any place. From town to town…

Source: A DRIFTING MAN On a road of travel

Autumn is in the air, the days are shorter, the nights are cool, and crisp, My name is Rachel and there is something i’d like to ask, a request really. The end of another year is fast app…

Source: WHO WILL TAKE MY CHILDREN?

To step outside the world I’ve known,         Leave it all behind and those whom know me.                  Off on a great journey to see it all,  Into the wilderness as if nothi…

Source: LOST IN THE WILD

A lifetime ago. many years in the past,My name was Tom, I lived on a farm in the South.A wife named Elizabeth, a fine woman,Two daughters, Emily and Marie, indeed.During the Civil war i took my pla…

Source: MY NAME WAS TOM

“OLD MAN”

Who he was did not matter to me each day I passed his way,
On a porch swing or rocking chair he would read or listen to the world.

I gave him a smile in which he replied with a smirk from his face,
Who are you who sits in the morning sun thinking thoughts never done?

I am a man but once a child running from sunrise till dusk, I am a man,
I’ve seen the years and done many things in my time, once full of energy.

” Old man” on your porch, is sitting there all that you do? tell me your story,
Are you waiting to die as each day you grow weary from nothing at all.

You are much younger than I as there was a day when I too looked like you,
What makes you think that I did not dream, that I did not succeed?

Whom keeps a man company as he rests alone everyday, who loves you?
As once there lived for me a love so true, she went away, who are you?

I am an old man and for me there was a love of beauty so fine,
Today I am loved by those whom will pass me by, listen and smile.

Do you fear that life has not much more time for you old friend?
Will you grow tired of quiet nights with thoughts that never end?

Tomorrow’s sunrise brings with it a new beginning, possibilities,
When I grow tired then sleep visits me, dreams fill this old man.

I am young but not so wise as I did not understand passing by,
The day will come when I too will be somewhat like you.

You called me old friend as just moments ago I was a stranger,
I did not matter to you, wisdom will grow but learn from it.

As I pass this way I will see you in a different way fore you do matter,
You’re not just an old man, you have spirit and soul, old man, my friend.

Keith Garrett

You can find him, if you go far off into these hills, Way back beyond the green grass and rocky slopes. Oak trees of many years hide what has been here for awhile, Come closer so you can observe th…

Source: MAN IN THE SHACK

CONVERSATION WITH A FRIEND

Where have you been,? I’ve been searching for so long,

I tried to call you on the phone but you were no longer home.

I went to the places where we use to be,

Just standing there in the wind, memory’s of a friend.

I grew up just as you did, life changed and I went away,

There were many things for me to see, living my dreams.

I meant to call but as time went by, out of sight, out of mind,

A woman came into my life, my past was left behind.

So tell me friend what have you been doing,?

I stayed behind, watching the world go by,

Children of three and a wife no more to be.

Worked to survive, became older did I,

A roller coaster ride, I’ve had in my time.

I’m glad we found one another, I’ll soon be coming home,

I went away but I’ll be coming back that way.

We’ll stand together one more time,

Somewhat older as you are you and I am me.

Keith Garrett

Wizards with wands or magical dust, Four leaf clovers and a seven showing always on two dice. Witches and warlocks, wishes or rainbows, Do dreams come true, there are stars and moons.? Do unicorns …

Source: “MAGIC”