Red represents the color of love, there is love in green eyes,

On a cold, dark, night after work, is supper cooking not love.?

Dancing in the dark to ones favorite song,

With someone who cares, the sound of love.

A gift that’s given from a heart so true,

Puts a smile on her face, what is love to you.

Love is many things, a hug to a soul that’s blue,

A kind word to a friend for the pain he goes through.

Love is a prayer because you’re listened to,

Love is the raindrops falling down.

Plants everywhere, grow from the ground,

Taking time to listen, giving to those whom want to live,

What is love but unselfishness.

Love is many things,

To the world one day, may it bring peace.

Keith Garrett

Monsters from the sky, monsters that come alive,

Like a team, One Invisible, the other of sight.

Thunder possesses the power of fearful sound,

Listen as It rumbles, echoing from within clouds above.

Lightening bolts strike without making any kind of sound,

Bright as It lights up the sky, deadly as It makes many a flight.

Thunder and lightening, together a combination so fierce,

Warning signs of a coming storm, don’t get caught In It at Its worst.

Keith Garrett

We had to say goodbye, leave it behind, in time so far away,

It still stands not only where we left it but always in our minds.

Do you remember a place where friends were together,

A place where we all grew up just a little.

It seemed like we were somewhat older then,

No! we were not, only teenage kids.

We gossiped and fought over silly things,

Our own groups of whom we would let in.

Do you remember a field, a hangout back then,

A parking lot of dirt, later cement.

A quad only for seniors, now funny it seems,

A football team of boys, champions in the end.

Teachers, some we would never forget,

Friends once lost, now friends again.

Vending machines, and lockers, classes to learn in,

Taken a little for granted so many sunrises ago.

Here’s to Esperanza high school, i’m glad it was back then,

Never a group of students and friends like you,

Do you remember a place with such friends.?

Keith Garrett

From within, the earth rumbles, there’s heated liquid like blood,

Beating as a heart beats, energy and life, power inside a complicated world.

Rise to the surface, thoughts and wisdom, to learn becomes the brain not seen,

The flowing wind and air stands to be the breath, lungs of the land.

The moon that rests beyond the sky, the stars and planets that watch up high,

The eyes of the world could only be our creator god invisible to our sight.

Is it sadness in the world or tears of joy that make the sky cry,

A sacrifice as the water drops fall sustaining life and keeping beauty in sight.

Everything hears everything, ears of the land are everywhere,

The world lives as we live, take for granted and many things can do us in.

Keith Garrett

What is it that takes from us the quiet peace of the night,

Sitting back relaxing, sounds come screaming from a distance.

Painful to the ears and mind, not pleasant this sound at times,

Blessings of music if at this moment a life may be on the line.

Lights of beauty or lights of darkness and pain are noticed in the dark,

Different lights and sirens depending on what danger haunts the night.

A fire in a house, a soul stricken with sickness takes a team of heroes seen,

Crime in the streets, those without morals come out after the sun fades away.

Another type of man and woman steps out into the dark when bad shows up,

Sirens in the night, sirens of peace, sirens and lights that might save a life.

Keith Garrett

Woke up this morning, dark starts my day,

Got out of bed, freezing all around.

Went to the kitchen as i always do,

A cup of coffee, thoughts of the day.

Turned on the television, time for the weather,

Time to get dressed, i put on some shorts.

No matter the season, it’s the way that i am,

A sweat shirt and jacket, soon time to leave.

A knee brace to walk, on go my shoes and socks,

To warm the morning, a fireplace of wood.

The sun is rising but it’s still cold and frosty,

Feed the birds and squirrels too.

I say a goodbye, headphones ready to go,

Out the door, i’ll be back home tonight don’t you know.

Tis’ a new morning, Winter is here,

Thanks for spending the morning with me,

I best be on my way.

Keith Garrett

MYTHICAL TALES

Castles of knights so long ago, a far off land, a sword in a stone,

Dragons that fly across the sky, fire they breathe, burns the night.

Wizards dressed in robes of black, stars and moons on their backs,

Spells from a book, potions brewed up special in a pot of fire so black.

Sorcerer’s that cast upon the land an evil presence of giants so bad,

Legends of stories told from times of so old, kings and queens, guillotines.

Mythical tales and magical scenes only dreamed from minds of fairy tale stories,

Possibly, Imaginations so real that just maybe once upon a time in another world.

Mythical tales from generation to generation, a place of old England,

Were there things once so real turned to tales and not believed again.

Keith Garrett

Keith Garrett
In our minds do they live, exist only in our dreams,

Gaze out into the night, beyond the stars in the dark.

Remember as a child you would put a tooth under your pillow,

As you slept a fairy would visit and replace it with riches.

Mother nature we do not see as a mortal but live within her,

She is known by all with the changing seasons of time.

As you drift off into slumber it is he whom watches over,

A man whom possesses a dreaming sand for a believer.

Grants does he the gift of love so fine from an arrow,

Only Imagine this ghost fore he is forever cupid.

He’s as old as the universe, he’s of the beginning,

He knows of life, the name is father time.

A cold sort of spirit, he exists from a myth,

When the freeze of night comes, lives does Jack Frost.

Eggs in a basket, colored and decorated for a child,

Jelly beans and treats from an Easter bunny not seen.

Last but not least, a jolly old man with a beard so white,

He gives to the world on Christmas eve, Santa Claus.

Not to climb the highest mountain but too climb many mountains as high as you can,

To win the marathon not as important as too finish many.

To sail around the world is great, too sail to places of dreams greater,

It’s not to sing the best song ever written but too write many good songs.

To work one hard day in your life is no accomplishment,

Too work hard everyday and give it your all is of greatness.

If to you having many friends is the greatest,

Then having one great friend is of value like no other.

If you can touch the world with many beautiful poems then that is beauty,

To hold onto only one of importance holds no treasure.

If you are of morality, if your word means something and your hand shake is strong

Then you are successful, if you are not a quitter and hold your head high.

The measure of success holds a different meaning for all people.

Keith Garrett

Far, far, I’ve made it so far I’ve walked lost roads,

I’ve walked up hills and found they were mountains.

Went to the top, looked over the side and saw there was no bottom,

My heart has been touched then removed from within.

I’ve been told of care, shown it’s no longer there,

Said to me that i am the one, words are cheap, what to believe.

I’ve walked lost roads and found my way to where i go,

I’ve walked up hills, climbed mountains, and found the bottom.

My heart has been touched and removed but i got it back,

I’ve been told of care, shown it’s no longer there, others care.

It’s been said to me that i’m the one, now it’s done,

Words are cheap, I believe one day someone will show me.

Keith Garrett