A PAINFUL MEMORY

Our minds remember, a picture or scenes from the past,

A reel to reel movie that for a lifetime lasts, beautiful and sad.

Scars are formed from many types of pain, a reminder of your days,

We take a look backwards of the steps we take, where we played.

A painful memory is more than one, It may reshape us into something strong,

If we can’t learn from a lesson taught, it may be we wander in circles of not.

A painful memory has found us all, we stand to experience and remember the fall,

It is a hurtful thing that follows us through, a painful memory as we live each day new.

Keith Garrett

HOUSE ON THE HILL

It stands above, from the road it is large and quietly mysterious,

Never seen is a person or people but lives there is certainly someone.

An old but beautiful, made of brick and wood house that rests on a hill,

The iron gate that surrounds it says to stay away, its beauty is always.

Appears that this old house on the hill is empty and lonely, from the outside,

There runs water down the side of the house into a lake that shines in the sun.

One can only imagine the appearance of the inside as over the years who did see,

The fact remains that somebody does live in such a place as this, a person not seen.

Why would one so desire to hide from the world or do they simply wish to be left alone,

The mysterious, quiet, house on the hill has stood for many generations as told,

Years of family perhaps at one time were known, what’s inside, a book of stories old.

Keith Garrett

HOUSE OF FIRE

It exists, know of this but never to go there, not I,

Believe do I in a greater force, a spirit of love and hope.

For the evil that lives, the black hearted human will see,

A house of fire built to accomodate all the bad living inside.

I believe in sin fore my share I have collected throughout life,

I am not an evil sort but my sins are just as any other mans’.

Pray do I for forgiveness as one day I will surely dwell in heaven,

The house of fire grows always just as heaven will always grow,

Faith and the goodness of mankind may change this world and

A life after will be larger as the house of fire may weaken and die.

Keith Garrett

HIS MUSIC WILL LIVE

This is for Glen Campbell, bring him peace,

For his family, a prayer to ease their pain.

He’s had quite a life, a child once with dreams like you,

Energy from a boy running and playing in the Summer sun.

Grew up with a guitar and a country voice, a sound so recognized,

For me it was Rhinestone cowboy, I was young and it made me dream.

I imagined that I could be him, like him, his beautiful songs of life,

A wife and kids who will remember and miss him dearly, he will not miss.

Taken from him by an unfeeling monster, slowly his thoughts, the music,

What’s inside may disappear but his music will live, forever listened too.

He will forget but the world, his family, and friends will remember for him,

He will go away just as a piece of him will always stay in the hearts of loving fans,

Glen Campbell, man, Husband, father, the name, singer, songwriter forever remembered.

Keith Garrett

HIS FACE IN THE WINDOW

Passing by as I do each day, there stands a house of yellow,

The yard is most beautiful with many colors of blooming flowers.

Shrubs and trees that dance in the wind, the morning sun shines,

The birds and squirrels rise early to the day, gathering what’s before them.

My days’ are the same as they are different in many ways,

The sun rises and sets while I go about every busy day.

Seen by me is his face in the window, most often you see,

His yard is always so amazing, outside he’s never to be.

I’ve never seen his face so clear as to know him very well,

Never have we even spoke, I don’t even know his name.

His face in the window, it’s all I know to be,

Who is this man and what kind of life has he seen.

Why does he only show his face in the window,

Does he really hide inside, is his life just passing by,

Or is it perhaps that he only shows himself in the night.

Keith Garrett

HIDING IN THE WOODS

The story goes as told , there was a girl lost as she was being chased,

He was following her, fast enough but close behind he did follow.

Where she was, why he was after her does not really matter,

Not known if in fact he knows her or just another violent stalker.

It was never even told who she was but she was scared and alone,

Hiding in the woods from a stranger with no help in sight for her.

Nobody knew she was there, only that she was missing for a day,

He was somewhere out there in the woods, hiding but watching.

Further into the woods she moved along wondering if her life was done,

It was getting cold as the light of day was disappearing into night.

Hiding in the woods was this unknown horrible man with no conscience,

Why won’t he leave her alone, terrified was this girl running beyond daylight.

Never did anyone find out who he was but no one ever saw her again.

Keith Garrett

IF THERE WAS A LOT MORE LOVE IN THE WORLD

Dirty looks from those as we pass them by along the road,

See their faces as in the stores their time is rushed, smiles not.

Things are much too fast today, watches are stared at, tick! tick!

Everyone is running for cover, today is not seen, tomorrow a worry.

Schemes to make a dollar, on the go with cell phone attached to an ear,

Neighbors are barely known anymore, do we even know of their names?

There is less love for neighbor and society, we walk our own way,

If there was a lot more love in the world then peace may out do war any way.

Keith Garrett

HERE TODAY, GONE TOMORROW

Amazing it is compared to the length of time the world has been,

That our own existence, our lives are quite short.

Only a second in time are we here, but a moment,

Precious is every step we take, every spoken word.

We work to survive, we live to see all we can before it is our time,

Fore the day will come, we will have our day to die.

We are here today but as it is for most too late,

Grudges we hold, hate for others, we must put too an end.

Our time spent with loved ones is to be treasured,

We forget and we regret our time, we take for granted.

Gone tomorrow, it happens most often, the ticking of the clock,

All of us hold onto an hourglass, a little more sand for some,

We are here today, we hold not a clue of our tomorrow.

Keith Garrett

The forest, the hills, and the desert traveled, These three, these men of faith will be challenged. Where do i go, alone will i know, asks the first seeker, I’ll take the first road, i’…

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AN ACT OF FAITH

Is there trust in yourself, what trust in others,

How far would you walk for another, what would you give?

Are you of a good heart even if in the end there is no reward,

Do you expect something in return for putting your life on the line?

Would you run out in the street to save a child or one in a burning car,

Is it a question of a moral value, fear and life is a thought that comes to mind?

An act of faith, would you take a chance, do anything for friend or man,

Would you give of yourself if there could become a certain end?

Keith Garrett