Thoughts, many sights from my mind, visions from the past,

Dreams about tomorrow, what may be, a poem today.

To write is a beautiful thing, whatever you want it to be,

Change the world with a stroke of a pen, fact or fantasy begins.

Share with those whom do write and dream, those who do see,

Share our stories together as we travel the world and universe.

We have the ability to take ourselves and others away to unusual places,

A poem today about the love between two, the sun and moon.

Hopes and dreams, struggles and pain of life, what keeps us strong,

A poem today that puts a smile on a face, comfort and strength for a moment.

Keith Garrett

Echoes in time, treasured sounds dreamed in my mind,

From a lifetime ago in a place from the past, a town.

Walking in the streets, a simple time remembered,

Shadows, ghosts of friends thought of once in awhile.

Warm Summers with not a care in the world for us,

Young were we as if today might be yesterday.

With the wind the years are swept away into today,

The voice of a woman, a girl brought from a distant day.

Children were we just a moment ago, only a moment ago,

From a man to a woman again i might know, images of children,

Thoughts of a place sometimes traveled in my mind alone.

Keith Garrett

Sad was the day as a man passed my way, tear down his face,

Was blue the shade he wore as he faded beyond my sight.?

Anger was in her heart, on her face shown through like fire,

Would red be a noticeable color, a shade she wears into her day.?

Jealousy fills many thoughts from those with insecure hearts,

So is green your color chosen as you journey out into a world begins.?

Fear Is an emotion, a boy was so afraid that he huddled in a corner,

Does he see yellow fore there’s a difference as he’s not a coward.

Pain and despair of the sick and elderly are seen in our world today,

Colors of emotion, do they wear, possess the images of black and purple,

What color of emotion do you wear regularly, what shade on this day.?

Keith Garrett

The river’s wide, the water rushes down stream,

The sound echoes through the trees, there is you.

As the morning awakes to the rising sun above,

Quiet in the shadows early is still, I think of you.

Winds of the changing season whisper to me,

Days of light are less, where are you, a smile so true.

Birds that fly in the sky hope for another breath of life,

Soar into tomorrow they do, I search for you, for you.

Waves that crash on the nights sandy beach are heard,

Walking the dark shore of earth, I want for you things of beauty.

Beyond the sky a lightened moon so full guide footsteps that travel,

There is me and there is you, where are we, where are you.?

Clouded thoughts but a smile i do wear as each day is a mystery,

A wish for you, a dream for you, happiness and love always for you.

The hills are alive with many years of history, standing strong,

There is history within you, my thoughts of you, love for you.

With a heart that gives, this is you, i drop to my knees,

My everything i would give to you, i would be me for you.

Keith Garrett

A roof over my head, a bed to rest my weary head,

Food on the table, a shower and a place to sit.

Healthy inside, a little money so i may survive,

A friend or two, love is really quite a miracle.

Not much do i want as this is about all i need or want,

Things that are still free to enjoy are in my sight.

The rising, morning sun is a sight taken much for granted,

See the sky, the clouds drifting by, look always up so high.

The wind would be beautiful to see, feel the winds beauty,

A smile during a falling rain, a gift with hope will always remain,

Not much do i want, simple things as i live each given day.

Keith Garrett

I’d like to read to you a story, sit back and listen dear friend,

This is about a man whom has lost and found things of happiness.

He is not a wise man although at times he knows of wisdom,

He is not an angry man but anger lives within his spirit.

This man walks a road of at times fear and confidence lost,

Happiness is that which he so much wants to hold onto but there

Are those moments when to be happy can be a struggle, a search.

He is a man of inner strength, he possesses no surrender, will not give up,

There are those times when weakness attacks and the battle rages on.

He holds in him close to his heart faith, that all will be as it should be,

That things will turn out, god willing the way he intended.

This man has much love in him as he did and still loves but will again love,

To live on his own, too live his life and again share his time with another.

This is my story, this is my book of faith told only to you dear friend,

Keep it with you always, may the lord bless and watch over you as your

Road is traveled each and everyday into the rest of your life.

Keith Garrett

Fall has come to visit once again, watch the leaves float down,

The air changes here in this place, this place of change over years.

One thing that stands still here among change is an older apple tree,

What stories it would tell if only it could speak the words of man.

Beneath this old apple tree rests in a grave a man who once lived,

Let’s say his name was Ben, who was he, so many years before he was,

Ben was a family man with a wife and children on a small farm.

A good life as he along with his family did age just as the apple tree did,

Ben one day went away, the apple tree stayed, it has aged until this day.

Beneath an apple tree lies the body, the remains of a man, a memory,

Watched over and time spent, always, a man and a tree together they be.

Keith Garrett

Making decisions, those at the top with minds so different,

They seek more power, these ones with minds no different.

Sane or not, their thoughts and actions alter our everyday,

Presidents, Kings, rulers of land, what do these tyrants understand.

Dollar signs are the pictures in their minds, money speaks loud,

Behind closed doors, beyond phones that tell secrets to others listening.

He sits on his throne taking care of his own, what does the world have to offer,?

Since so long ago from many distant and near by lands, they rule with dirty hands.

The world is for all to discover, not for any one man to hold with gun in hand,

He sits on his throne, could be stabbed in the back, a position all alone.

Keith Garrett

Laying down, first moments of life, the child smiles,

Magic to their eyes as the mobile turns round and round.

Everything that is seen full of wonder and the beginning dreams,

That ride in the stroller, a voyage beyond the yard world known.

Stories told from a colorful picture book, wow! is this all real,?

Butterflies of beauty float outside our window, fly butterfly.

Cartoons are not a fantasy, they are not pretend to the child,

A shiny coin, hidden treasure, a box of crackerjacks holds a prize.

Life is forever to the innocent child, never, never land is out there,

The innocence of a child lives a short span in a world of reality.

Keith Garrett

She lived near the shore of a beautiful lake surrounded by hills,

Her small house was nicely built many years before, she was young.

Once married as now this old woman is mostly alone in her happy home,

She is known as a scary, mean, old woman who by rumors would eat children.

In this massive and peaceful lake lived a giant serpent that wanders the water,

Scared by those whom have never seen before but the stories have grown with yrars.

Where it came from is but a mystery, it has lived here for years, once young as today old,

The old woman and the serpent have much in common as they have shared this place.

Never have they know each other but only of one another as they kept the peace for years,

One late afternoon as the sun was setting and the old woman was gathering wood for fire,

The serpent came upon the shore, speaking in such a manner his words to here were this.

I thought you were mean and scary just as all the rest do, you are an old woman of peace,

The old woman replied back, just as i was afraid of you, a terrible old serpent that kills.

The day arrived when the towns people came to torment the old woman and destroy the serpent,

The serpent spoke, she is but an old woman of kindness, a life lived has she, leave her now in peace,

In return the old woman replied, leave this aging serpent to wander the water, together we are free.

Keith Garrett