A COWBOY'S HEART


  Born in a town, his roots most important to him,



  A mother and father, family mean so much.



  Love for the land that he walks upon, love of life,



  Precious is a horse he calls friend, a hard working man.



  Maybe the love of a woman he holds in his heart,



  A beautiful song lives in this cowboy's many thought's.



  Integrity and honor is in the kind of person he is,



  He has things of want but needs very little,



  Watching the sun go down as he rests upon his horse.



  He does what it takes, he stands always tall,



  He gives of his heart, much heart, a cowboy's heart.

                            Keith Garrett

              BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY


  From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,


 It is seen from above, from the heaven where we 
  Are to go.

  Beneath the Autumn sky everything lives and has 
  Its time,

  There's a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it were 
  A dance.

  Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling 
  Together,

  They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind 
  Always.
  Beneath the Autumn sky there are colors of orange, yellow, 
  And red,

  Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they soon 
  Slip away.

  A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a 
  Winter cold,

  Beneath the Autumn sky there is life moving as all things 
  Must die.
                               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

                         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 sunst under par,  Always a champion you are.

                         Keith Garrett

                                                                             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 and life.

                                                 Keith Garrett

  ECHOES AND SHADOWS


  When the wind blows there are echoes in time,


  Echoes of all that have passed on by.


  The sounds of a lifetime, listen as the children 
  Have grown,

  Echoes of voices lost with the emptying hourglass.


  There are the echoes of those who once lived,


  Laughter of young ones, now part of the wind.


  Shadows of the seasons, one by one, gone,


  Shadows remembered of a man standing in the sun.


  Shadows of trees that stood tall in the sky,


  Across mountain tops, shadows from morning 
  Till night.

  Echoes and shadows from the beginning of time,


  Time passed by, seen from many eyes.


                                         Keith Garrett 

                                   DANCE HALL GIRLS


   From a hard day's work they come to town,


  Out on the range, from their farms, from the saddle.


  For a drink, a card game, or something to eat,


  They come to let off steam, music, and dance hall girls, 
  On this night in the heat.

  In dresses with smiles, it is their job to entertain,


  A drink with a cowboy, a fantasy for he.


  They drink and they gamble, dance with the girls,


  Hoping to spend a night not alone.


  Dance hall girls in an old western town,


   Men come from all over for the scent of perfume 
   And a smile.

                       Keith Garrett

                           A MAN WITH AN AX

  Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, many 
  Types and sizes,

  Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work must 
  Be done.

   A job it is to chop enough wood to warm a 
  Home for the winter,

  Must be done, perhaps no fun as it is an 
  Accomplishment to be proud.

  Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped 
  And split wood for a fire,

  A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it's cut, 
  Stronger it grows.

  A man with an ax gets this job done, he sweats from 
  Morning till the setting sun,

  Swinging an ax, working as the cold moves closer,

  The wood pile will rise higher.

  A man with an ax is strong and determined,


  He will succeed because he knows of its need,


  When it's done, a Winter of warmth,


  When the setting sun, he knows the job is done. 

              Keith Garrett

                         A WAND OF MAGIC

  In hand, a wand would make me a magic man,


  Not even a word and crime would disappear.


  I could stop time, rid the world of trash or pollution,


 Take away the sick waters of rivers and oceans.


  Murder on our land would be stopped with a hand,


  The ill would be no more, cancer but a memory.


   I could run fast or jump high,


  A tear would be one less for all of mankind.


  The cruel slaughter of creatures in the world,


   With a wave from my hand, this would end.


   A wand of magic need not be that of evil,


  For love and good, the hand that holds this wand.


   A wand of magic is not to be real,


  We can wish, hope, and pray, that it all goes away.

               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