A NEW PARADISE


  I sit back and think of the possibility that we
  May start again,

  If not here then is there some other place of peace 
  And happiness?
             
  In the beginning we hear about a garden, it 
  Disappeared from us,

  A new paradise where we can hear the birds sing 
  Without trouble on the horizon.

  Listen to the wind without the painful, tragic, sounds 
  Of sirens,

  A wonderful island, a new world where we are equal 
  In every way.

  Money holds no meaning in this paradise home where 
  Not a soul walks alone,

  Food so plenty, pains of hunger never again in this new 
  Paradise where all are friends.

  Sickness no more, no worries of a cure that were learned 
  About many years before,

  A place that sounds familiar, written in story books, a 
  Fantasy not believed,

  Believe in this as once such a place did exist, a lesson 
  Learned if so happens again.
              Keith Garrett

                     TREASURES OF THE LORD


  Into the darkness I stepped, wandering down a road,

  Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my
  Soul.
  Alone I've stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the 
  mountain,
  There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what is 
  Humanity.
  Is this place I am in a creation of my own anger and 
  Non-believing,
  Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a 
  Blind man?
  I've opened these eyes and learned to see his 
  Masterpiece,
  The hills that are alive that rest beneath God's wide 
  Open sky.
  The wind that sings as it blows through the ever so 
  High trees,
  Rain that falls below is a gift to us so that we may 
  Watch Life grow.
  From the sea, to all that we need to be, is for us 
  Because he,
  Only he had a thought, the power to imagine that
  Which we see.
  Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from 
  Heaven,
   Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him
  belongs not.
  Every time i open my eyes, the treasures of the lord 
  are seen.
  These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.


                       Keith Garrett 

                      ANOTHER TIME AND PLACE

   
  I write to you from yesterday, a very long time 
  Ago for you,

  Long before you were born in a town of people 
  and family.

  My family and I were up before the break of dawn, 
  Working,

  Children of  a simple time but at times not so simple 
  You see.

  Horses were a common thing just as your car is in 
  your time,

  Things of your day not dreamed up as of yet, life was 
   hard, also fun.

   Here in yesterday there is sickness that kills many as 
  There is no medicine,

  As I sit here on my farm watcing my wife and kids play, 
  I write this to you.

  When you receive my letter it will be that I and those I 
  Love will be gone now,

  You will have all the things that we here have never seen, 
  Good and bad.

  There are beautiful things and land that will disappear with 
  Time, I can see them,

  I live here in another time and place just as you do, I hope 
   this letter gets to you.
                                         Keith Garrett

                               TOUGH ON THE SCREEN
                                                         Keith Garrett

 Heroes or bad guys, they played them all,

 These stars of the movies, where are they now?

  A man named Cagney, Edward G. Robinson too,

 John Garfield, Audie Murphy was quite a hero.

 Jack Palance, a tough man for sure,

  John Wayne, the duke was a man of strength.

  Clint Walker and Richard Boone, big as can be,

  Forrest Tucker, James Coburn, men of the screen.

  Marlon Brando had a name as big as life,

  James Dean was a rebel, Richard Widmark was mean.

  Fess Parker was a big man, Gary Cooper so great,

  Spencer Tracy, awesome, Humphrey Bogart, one of a kind.

  Clark Gable, Anthony Quinn, greatness back in time,

  Charlton Heston and Gregory Peck, actors so fine.

  Lee Marvin, what a look, Charles Bronson, one so tough,

  Kirk Douglas and Burt Lancaster, the talent of two.

  Yul Brynner, magnificent a star, Robert Mitchum bad or good,

  Sean Connery, accent with a gun, George Peppard, blue 
  Eyes, and tough.
  Tall and mean, Clint Eastwood and a lifetime of movies,

  Lee Van Cleef, a man with a glare, Steve McQueen, big on 
  The screen.
  Jack Nicholson, Peter Fonda, and Dennis Hopper on their 
  Riding machines,
  Tommy Lee Jones and Robert Duvall, they played the hero, 
  They did it all.
  Robert Ryan or Robert Taylor back in the day, tough some 
  Would say,
  Michael Landon, Robert Urich, Lee Majors, they all were 
  Great.
  Robert Conrad was tough, the wild, wild, West,

  William Shatner in charge, star Trek and Outerspace.

  

  

  

                                       

                     

                                     

                                       

                                  

                                       

                                       

                                     

                                       

                                       

                                 

                                       

                                       

                                       

                                

                                    

                                     

                                      

                   

                     DEATH IS NOT SO REAL


  Maybe it's a dream that we die, You're still alive,


  You live in a different home, left your house and moved.


  I spoke to you on your birthday, now I hear nothing 
  You say,

  Are you a little here, can you hear what I say, are you in a 
  Different way?

  Death is not so real, another way to feel, a land between 
  Here and there,

  You are not of human flesh, changed into some heavenly 
  Consciousness.

  Do you drift from here to there, are you anywhere or 
  Everywhere,

  You are my mother, In this son's heart, It is that I have to 
  Set you free.

  Death is not so real, I see you as you would always be, 
  Closer to me.

                                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 ones who stole 
  Everything.

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

  Survived did he to one dsy 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

                    BARBARA JEAN


  You were standing by your mamma, you were 
  Just a litt;e girl,

  Backwards' the wind takes my thoughts' Into what 
  You as a small

  Child could be, a little girl named Barbara Jean.


  In you lives, still this dreaming young spirit that flew 
  Forward,

  The wind and time has carried you, such a wonderful 
  Mother,

  Here to where you still wander and dream, you! 
  Barbara Jean.

  You are just days' older, every day, one day older than 
  Yesterday,

  Stand you still do as always your mamma watches 
  Over you.

  Not there was I for each of your childish birthdays', no,
  Not yet,

  Fore all the ones' you would celebrate would bring us 
  Together sooner.

  I believe In my wishes and dreams' that you are younger 
  Than yesterday,

  With much love from a son who says' thank you to a girl 
  Named Barbara Jean.
  Rest in peace, Mom.
                   Keith Garrett

                             AUTUMN COMES ALIVE!


  As the Summer ends and the night air turns cool,


  A feeling of Fall comes to us all.


  All around us the shadows change in their own way,


  The sun turns in early and shortens our day.


  Through the trees the wind blows, dropping the 
  Leaves to the ground,

 Their colors have all changed as they make not a sound. 

  
It's time for pumpkins and many more things,


  Autumn comes alive! with the plants that it brings.


  Into this new season with the hope that it brings,


  These colors of Fall are shared with all.

                                     Keith Garrett

                            ARMS OF GOD


  Outstretched, they reach far and wide, around 
  The world,


  Fierce and strong, they can crush or destroy what's
  Needed,


  Careful and loving as they will comfort when the 
  Going is tough.


  A being so full of mystery, with power and wisdom so
  Unknown,


  Creator of all that we know and more, arms of God will 
  Carry us home.


  Wherever you may be, within all that we see, they exist 
  To help us up,


  Touching a universe that seems to have not an ending of 
  Discovery,


 The arms of God are not to be seen as they are not a fantasy 
  Or a dream.

                         Keith Garrett

                   1943 NICKEL


  A nickel I came upon, old is its age,


  Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.


  When it was made, which first pocket did hold,


   A celebrity of movies or a farmer tired at night.


  Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio, 


   As time went by possibly a singer or olympian.


  A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,


  A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where 
  Could it be.

  Beyond seventy years this silver looking coin has 
  Traveled,

  Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?

      Keith Garrett