A CHANGING SEASON


  Leaves of red and green, leaves turning brown,


  Leaves falling all around, they fall and touch the 
  Ground.

  Floating on down, wherever I'm walking, raining leaves,


  Suddenly a gentle breeze, blowing leaves beyond the 
  Trees.

  Nights showing up sooner as the days become shorter,


  Temperatures are dropping as the warmth of day, earlier 
  Goes away.

   A changing season is constant and repeats itself with 

   The changing years,

   Beautiful become the emptying trees,  naked and alive 
  without their leaves.
   Slower does nature grow as soon getting ready to take 
  that deserved rest,

  The animals are beginning to collect and store for what's next.


  A changing season sets in motion a cycle of  never ending 
  Energy of life.
                                    Keith Garrett

                  A BOY NAMED PAUL


  I knew a boy by the name of Paul,

  He went away late Summer or Fall.

  When he was little he played in the snow,

  These things I remember from long ago.

  I think of the smile he had on his face,

  It fades from my memory, yet there's still a trace.

  When I think of him it reminds me,

  Of just how fragile this life can be.

  It makes me feel special for he came to me,

  Just a short time before life set him free.

 There was a boy by the name of Paul,

  He laughed and played but that's not all.

  He had a life of which I speak,

  Cut too short, it did not reach its peak.

  I'll think of him as you do,

  A soul in heaven, a part of you.

  For his mother, Father, and Sister.


                    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 ewality.

  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 CHAMPION YOU ARE


  You tee off at dawn with club in hand,


  Swinging for your target, you take your stand.


  Giving up is not what you do,


  Eighteen holes, whatever it takes to make it 
  Through.

  Walking the course no matter how tired,


  Strength and fight are in you to win this match.


   On to another day, one more tee off,


  Again swinging that club till the end.


  Every sunset under par, Always a champion you are.

                               Keith Garrett

                          A BRIDGE I CROSS



  Far it reaches through my time,



  My travel across it, a neverending journey.



  Obstacles are sometimes in my way,



  I'll hurdle over or push out of my way. 



  Moving along, searching, always searching,



  For just a little more of things not to hurt me.



  Not ever knowing what's ahead,



  Stop I will not until the end.

                 Keith Garrett

                               1969


   I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,


  I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.


  Riding my bike and a deadly Halloween night, that's right,


   I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago and a 
  family,

  Vietnam was a reality and I was protected by my childish
  World.

  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was 
  the man,

  Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel 
  Were grand.

  Scooby- Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, 
  i think of you.

  Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill Russell, and the 
  champion celtics,

  Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts,
  Charles Manson, and history.

  The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, 
  Led Zeppelin and a tune,

  1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed 
  with my day.

                              Keith Garrett

                                  7 MINUTES


  We all have 7 minutes before something we must do,



  The same time before work is done and time to go 
  Home.


  7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be the 
  circumstances,


  7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the phone,



  7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes all alone.



  Time is of the essence, time never stands very still,



 7 minutes late just may save your life, right on time, 

  Goodbye.

 In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world has 
  Changed,


  Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a world
  Of good.


  7 minutes, a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to love and 
  dream.
                                   Keith Garrett

             DESPERADO


  More than one hundred years ago, he lived,


  In a small village, somewhere in Mexico, a boy.


  Poor was his family as each day was a struggle,


  There were those close by, the bad one's who 
  Stole everything.

  A day came when his village was destroyed, family killed,


  Survived did he to one day grow to be a man.


  Revenge would be his only friend, not a bad man was he,


  With pistols at his side he would seek justice.


  They called him desperado, a no good criminal,


  He stole from them who once took everything meaningful.


  His gun did the talking, anger ate at his soul,


  He lived by campfire, ate what he shot or stole,


   Justice was one day his, his reward was always on the run.

                                           Keith Garrett

                   ON THIS, MY MOUNTAIN


  My life spent here for many a year,

  Born in a cabin, my childhood chasing dreams.

  Seasons of many, i watched as the trees grew tall,

  Winter's of snow, Spring's of flowers, Summer's, 
  And Falls.
  Family and friends have passed through time,

  The sky stays the same, the wind does not change.

  Animals come to life as they too grow old,

  The rain falls, the sun rises and sets as it always has.

  On this, my mountain an old man I do stand,

  It does not touch the sky higher, does not lay 
  Down and die.

  Once belonged to another, again too many a man,

  On this, my mountain, I'll forever be part.


                        Keith Garrett 

                                                  AN OLD MAN


  I saw an old man, standing in the sand, with cane 
  In hand, staring out at the horizon,

  I asked of him what his thought's were about,

  He stared at me with a sigh and a smile.

  I'm one hundred and three as I look to the sea,

  I've outlived my wife and family.

  I've had a life, seen many wonderful things,

  Now an old man, old as the trees.

  I say old man! what is it like to be one hundred 
  And three,

  I don't know, I only know what it's like to 

  I asked of him, would you wish to again be a child,

   He replied, my only wish is to again see my wife's smile.

  I asked to him, an old man, what's the greatest thing 
  You have done in such a lifetime,

  His words to me were this, I married a beautiful wife, 
  I walked with her in the sand.

  I saw her smile, and now here I stand.


                  Keith Garrett