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’…

Source: THREE ROADS TAKEN

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

HER NAME BE LISA

I sit here on a weekly basis visiting her, the green grass beneath me,

Life goes on all around but In between a piece of land that rests quietly.

It holds those whom have passed on, whom rest peacefully In the great beyond,

This Is such a beautiful spot where the dead lay silently beneath the aging trees.

I can feel the wind upon my skin as It Is seen with branches moving musically,

The slightly clouded sky moves along forever as forever this will be her grave sight.

Her name be Lisa as It will be always carved In stone, I sit here while she Is forever gone,

A place she goes, somewhere, where It Is only the peacefully departed shall ever know.

This place where I sit, a memorial to them, to her so that all will be remembered by some,

I know that she rests not here beneath a grave stone with her name upon It, she’s gone.

Physically It Is as close as can be, does she know I am here, she sleeps always In my heart,

Her name be Lisa, she once had life here as I still live on without her, one day our souls will meet.

Keith Garrett

Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away, A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear. A shed or a box of stored away and at times …

Source: RUST FROM TIME

BACK TO YESTERDAY

There was a place, many places of my yesterday,

Far back in a place of snowy woods, a child so young.

Superman, batman, bicycle, and a tree swing once was,

Remembering the summer sun where a small boy would run.

Back to yesterday, another town to roam around, I found,

Headed for the future as my thoughts travel to a yesterday,

As life and time move ahead, cobwebs are more where I began.

I have moved, aged in a few different ways, tomorrow always has a yesterday,

My eyes open to a miracle morning, miracle being another day.

Keith Garrett