Once in awhile i travel back in time to a place i walked,

Through my time of youth where i played and ran wild.

I knew of her as a child back in the day of mischief,

Young and full of energy were we, never seemed to be tired.

The heat from the Summer sun wasn’t so harsh at that age,

Growing up in a town of many friends and memories so great.

We lived for the moment as many moments would pass by into the future,

How is it that the grandparents we once had we have now become.?

We changed and went our separate ways, finding our way in this strange world,

Becoming parents, having children and grandchildren as the cycle goes.

Full circle as today we find ourselves in the same place after a lifetime apart,

As long as we’re together nothing else matters, time comes when we need to

Just think of ourselves and let all others live and move along into their future.

As long as we’re together, everything will forever be better.

Keith Garrett

The heat lingers throught the days, the sun bright in the sky,

Drought that leaves the land without water, nothing from up high.

Water becomes most precious as everything stays dry and hot,

Animals are desperate, frantic, as their search moves down from the hills.

The mountains are drying up, waterfalls vanishing, turning to dirt and stone,

Praying for a September storm that will cool this heated land of decay.

What a dream it will be to watch as the sky is covered with rain filled clouds,

A much wanted breeze that will carry the clouds here to this dry desert land.

A September storm that will bring the rain down upon us, wash away the dust and thirst,

Fill the lakes and rivers, bring water to where is needed, cleanse the sky that is dry,

Bring it down, many storms down upon this hardened ground, dear lord, a September storm.

Keith Garrett

There’s a right and wrong way of thinking on certain issues,

We should all know right from wrong.

Good versus evil is a way we choose to be,

Think before you act, in a instance lives are changed.

There are two roads to walk, two roads of thought,

Choose the right road and possibly an easy stroll,

The wrong road, a good chance in a cage you’ll go.

When acts of horrible violence are from the mind planned,

Reasons why matter not to those shattered families

Whom remain standing in a blood stained land.

Analyzed theory’s about who did it and why,

Don’t take away the tears from a mothers eyes.

Raising your children, being in their lives,

The signs of trouble are there, don’t close your eyes.

Two roads to travel in a persons thought filled mind,

It seems so simple, why do so many have to die.?

Keith Garrett

The wind, it howls around the world but can it see,

It knows where it’s going, we hear it through the trees.

Something lives within the wind, energy from a beginning,from

Everything that dies, to the wind it gives a little.

Within the wind what might be alive, are there voices inside,

Listen in the night, whisper in the wind, what might speak back.?

What sounds are within the wind, things that give this not seen thing voice,

Cracking branches, leaves swirling through the empty streets.

Shutters bouncing back and forth, wind chimes singing in the night,

Elements of created things whisper in the wind from the beginning until now.

Keith Garrett

I fell, downward i was going, i was up high, below no sky,

With a loud splash, the sound in my ears, sinking down.

The last thing i remember was being wet and cold, gasping,

Struggling to stay afloat, keep my head above the water.

I felt like i was spinning, losing control, getting heavy and weak,

Darkness was coming over my eyes, the last thing i remember.

I’m drifting, no longer am i cold and wet, like there’s another breath in me,

I am going somewhere, they guide me far away, to where i wonder.?

Everything is behind me now, as if a memory, a long ago yesterday,

A new life awaits me as my last moments leave me without pain.

Keith Garrett

I walk as the night turns to dark,

Beneath the street lights, a breeze, so cold.

Winter speaks in many ways,

Under a wide open, clear sky.

The more i walk the closer it seems,

Never close as it rests above.

Under a full moon time marches on,

The trees get older, songs age with time.

All living things must one day go away,

The force of nature stands and never ends its day.

Under a full moon are unusual things,

The mystery of gods creation, what does it all mean.?

Laughter and sorrow, cries over the dying one,

Anger and hate seem to be never done.

A smile from a child, the dreaming one,

An ageing man, on his porch a life thought about.

A cat or dog loved by someone,

Has a purpose, one day turns to dust.

Under a full moon, sun to sun,

There comes a moment when we are part of everything.

Keith Garrett

A journey with a friend home, a journey all alone,

Last night at camp site, a time for conversation.

A little supper under the stars, light from a fire,

Unusual talk from the lips of a friend, saying something.

He wanted to leave his mark on the world, on a friend he would,

He was to go away that night, a friend by his side.

That started a friend thinking, he wanted to be remembered,

He needed to make his wife and family understand, for himself.

Afraid that he would be forgotten, so afraid, who would remember his name,

A project with his name on it, wood tables with only his Initials would be.

One hundred years later a single worn piece of furniture many would see,

His initials would be, his name never known, he wanted to be remembered.

Keith Garrett

The way it works is we are given a life, a gift so incredible,

Slowly as we age and grow Circumstances change us all.

Tragedies, heartbreak, friends that disappear make us scarred,

Even through the great times, the laughter in our lives we change.

It’s not always a bad thing as it molds who we are, makes us strong,

We are all broken in some ways as this makes us who we are.

Our character and talent shine through in different forms with time,

To sing out and cry the blues, write beautiful and great songs is you.

The amazing art of painting, your thoughts with color on canvas,

Of course i will never leave out the great and special gift of writing, poetry.

We all possess that hidden talent but it is that it must be found inside,

If not discovered then what a terrible loss and waste to the world and self.

We are all broken in some ways but then we find out more about ourselves,

Strive do we to overcome and create a better place, share what we have,

Our experiences and knowledge of all the good and bad, we are all broken

In some ways but yes! that’s okay, we’ll work on it today and tomorrow will be a better day.

Keith Garrett

What i think sometimes burdens my mind,

The thoughts that live within me keep me awake at night.

Thinking is a process that goes on for a lifetime,

Only ending when the time comes for my brain to die.

My thoughts lead to the dreams visiting me at night,

By the morning so tired due to my brains night life.

The thoughts i think are many a day,

By dusk i’m ready to sleep them away.

Who knows my thoughts, not just i,

Another thinker whom knows me well.

Keith Garrett

They were two growing up as children, a town that still exists,

Ages does it just as in some ways a boy and girl grow slowly older.

I remember you both, names for souls whom i once knew in a place,

A wonderful town where for me dreams were a beginning in my mind.

An elementary school high on a hill is where you, a young boy played,

A school yard of kickball and many other games, your voice echoes today.

You , a girl remembered back at a Jr. high where friends are heard in the wind,

Through high school two would travel then beyond that a new road to walk.

Although i haven’t seen you for thirty years I see that you two have been blessed,

Love for a lifetime, a rare and special gift, a book of your lives, chapters to be written.

Keith Garrett