A MISSION FROM GOD


  Sent down from heaven, an angel in disguise,



  When once he was alive, a man with a name.



  A mission from God, an assignment of much worth,



  To help the common man,  a chance for mankind.



   In some ways a lonely path, this spirit on a mission,



   A faith so real, as he attempts to guide the mortal being.



  This angel that once walked an earthly path, walks again,



  Roams a land, where possibly once taken for granted.



  A mission from God, to help man better understand,



  Don't take for granted, while you still have a chance.

                                       Keith Garrett

                            A DRIFTING MAN


  On a road of travel, without any end,


  Rests his weary body, wherever he can.


  Sleeps in the night, hidden from sight,


  Days' of length, the next stop is any place.


  From town to town, he wanders with hope,


  Worry fills his head, about that next meal.


  Find a job and stay in one place, a short while,


  Friends and smiles, disappear with the miles.


  A drifting man, sees much of the land,


  Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.


  A price he pays, to live in such a way,


  There's a gift in seeing the world,


  What's taken away, is the peace of settling in 
  One place.

  He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,


  Today he's here, gone again.


                                      Keith Garrett

                                     "TOBY"

  He was my friend, he would always know when I 
  Was near,

  My presence was felt by this dark haired boy, he 
  Would sound out.

  Walking Into his kingdom was such a pleasure of mine, 
  He almost smiled,

 Through the window his eyes would find me, waited he 
  Did for me to see.

  An excitement for this beautiful friend, when I showed 
  Up to visit,

  The love In his eyes sparkled, he knew I understood, 
  I loved him.

  Outside we would play, running or throwing a ball, or 
  Just sitting,

  I miss him, I wonder If he could possibly remember 
  Anything at all,

  To see him again, possibly one day, his name Is Toby.


                                    Keith Garrett

                               A GAMBLER


  Spin the wheel, maybe a roll of the dice,


  A bad hand at cards, so it's said, you'll lose 
  your shirt.

  Bet on a game, football, basketball, baseball, 
  It's all the same,

  Your wallet is empty, credit cards are O.K.


  Horses are great, this time you feel lucky inside,


  At the finish line, a house could be on the line.


  Deal in drugs, surely a gambler you'll be,


  If it's not the law, a dead man you might be.


  A car thief is a risk, money at your feet,


  End up in prison, oh! what a life you lead.


  Ask of a loan shark, a favor please,


  Put up your life, no friend indeed.


  A gambler, a gambler, in each one of us may be,


  What risks do you take, for all that you need.

                           Keith Garrett 

                                     A FINE CIGAR AND

                                       A SIP OF SCOTCH


   As a man of business, tends to many things,


  Pleasure in between, is a welcomed change.


  Working hard for the life you wish,


  A family of your own, a house if what you 
  Choose is this.

  Sometimes the simple enjoyment from a fine 
  Cigar,

  Is all a man needs in this world of ours.


  A regular guy and a sip of scotch,


  Is not a sin when it comes to what's right and wrong.


  A fine cigar and a sip of scotch,


   Relaxes a man, thinking about what he has And for 
  Which he has fought.
                                              Keith Garrett

                      A DAY IN THE GARDENS'


  On a cool, beautiful, sunny day,
  Just a few clouds' passing, In this colorful place.



 Through paths' of grass, walked as we did,
  My girl and I, admired blooming roses of fragrance 
  That we passed.


  Many colors' of flowers' and shrubs',
  Caught our eyes as we strolled In the breeze and sun.



  Trees of beauty, swayed In the wind,
  And splashing fountains,' sang Into our ears'.



 A small waterfal,l spilling Into a pond,
 As we walked across a small bridge, hand In hand.



  In the trees, birds' were singing to the world,
  As we passed a lovely small cottage, once In a dream.



  Heard did we, a small train In the distance,
  As we looked In wonder, at all living things' In our day.


                                       Keith Garrett  

                          A  LONER OF A MAN


  He saw the sun, but when the sun went down,


  He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


  Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains 
  Said he,

  I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


  A long time ago, this man not many would know,


  As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they
  Would not forget.
   A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
  Inherited family,

  Because he did help another kind, they took from 
  Him the love in his life.

  He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again, 
  only pain and despair,

  A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
   Eternity
                                        Keith Garrett

                                 A BEGGER, A THIEF


  He wanders the streets, a taste for food, a thirst 
  For drink,

  Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place to sleep.

 Asking for that which comforts his pain,


  Pride and self respect are put aside.


  A human being, a man with a story,


  A begger today without any glory.


  Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse,


  Criminal thought's, a good man not.


  Working for nothing, he does not care,


  He steals anything, he has no heart.


  A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts,


  A begger, a thief, so many differences of course.


                           Keith Garrett 

                               WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS


  It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,



  All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.



  A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,



  With the sun, we plan our existence minute by minute.



  Everything is measured from the creation of time,



  When the clock stops, we drift into a consciousness of 


  another kind.


                                    Keith Garrett

                                    UNSEEN


  I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




  In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




  I've been known to whisper, or at times a scream,




  I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from a dream.




  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                               Keith Garrett