He sees the day, on his porch the world is his scenery,

The shows are always different, nothing stays the same.

Everyday he rests his weary soul in his special place,

A lifetime of family and friends but slowly they vanish.

If you pass him by then not a care might you have,

He’s not just an old man, a mothers son, once a young man.

In his rocking chair he can go back in time, yesterday in his mind,

He watches the boy running with his friends, an old man at days end.

He has had quite a life as the value of his being does not fade with the days,

His time here has aged him just as it does every mortal being.

Don’t be fooled while this man with a name sits in his rocking chair,

He has much to say from a mouth, eyes that that have watched many seasons,

In his rocking chair he sits taking in the day, he sees the sun going down.

Keith Garrett

Oh yes!, January and the beginning of a new year, Winter chill,

All the possibilities and love are here, we move into tomorrow,

A new sunrise is here, we watch as the ever aging of life is clear.

February is nice, a crisp, cool, feeling to the nights, love is in the air,

Set your eyes upon the mountain tops as they are still layered with snow,

A few family birthdays, a slight feel of Winter, rain and some sunny days.

As we follow our path March is the scene, soon Spring is the theme,

We’ll experience this changing season, longer days will arrive, sunset in the night,

Breezy days and clouds of thunder may still pass our way but this is okay.

Here we go!, April shows its look with the blooming flowers everywhere,

The cold is pretty much a memory and Easter is a special day to celebrate,

Beautiful days to awake to, a walk in the park, breeze filled afternoons, the moon after dark.

May as the warm days seem a bit longer, Cinco De, Mayo and a thought of school coming to an end,

This i remember from a lifetime ago that seems like a dream but the seasons still remain,

Nature everywhere is alive, what this month holds for all of us will a little at a time unfold.

June, at times June gloom, Summer coming soon, saying goodbye to a school and at times, a friend,

Heated days are here or making their way, a time for planning a future, college and going away,

Maybe a Summer job, sleeping in was a thing we did when the past was our time to play.

What does July bring, heat of many days, the fourth of July, a day of Independence and celebration,

Summer of fun continued as the beach is a beautiful place to swim in the waves and walk along the shore,

Camping trips to beautiful and peaceful places where you can find yourself or just let go.

August even sounds hot, middle of the Summer, hot and dry with the sun high in the sky,

Always waiting for evening to show, praying for a cool breeze to blow across your face,

The dark of night is such a wanted sight as all becomes still and quiet until mornings light.

Say hello to September, still quite warm outside but the days slowly get shorter by the minute,

As we move into the future of this year and Fall is fast coming, what are we thinking,

Back to school, the future of our children, and our world is questioned as we go about the day.

Take a walk with me into October as the days become minute by minute a little shorter,

Weather stays warm through the days until night falls and temperatures become cooler,

Watch as the leaves begin to change their color, all Hallows Eve will be soon approaching.

There is a sight and sound to November with the leaves falling from the trees, wind from the hills,

Growing colder with the shortened days, Thanksgiving soon will be a feast, thankful for the days,

Once long ago a first celebration of Thanksgiving a different way, pilgrims and Indians, a long ago memory.

We find ourselves now after a long road of ups and downs stepping into a time of December,

The cold winds and snow high above within the mountains, Winter Is just about here, Christmas prayers,

The life of a year will soon come to an end, saying goodbye to many yesterdays, thankful for a year lived.

Keith Garrett

Words and their meanings are written upon paper, In books, they live,

They can be put together to become stories, poems, plays, and movies.

Words can be formed Into sentences so that we may understand one another,

A cry for help, that morning hello or gossip that travels so far and fast.

Words can be the enemy, make others believe false things about another,

Words can hurt If In fact we choose to let them, after all they are only words.

Words can set In motion a chain reaction of anger and misunderstanding,

Words with lies attached are a most dangerous way to say things, listen.

What words can do Is destroy lives, families, friends, and nations,

Build walls that take lifetimes to finally crumble, at times too late.

Words can Indeed heal hearts, they begin lives between two that love,

What words can do, how they’re used, a gift that at times Is abused.

Keith G arrett

So many sunrises, so many sunsets ago, i remember,

A place not forgotten, seemed like magical moments.

A town lost in time but never in this mans mind,

A friend with a name that’s been spoken from inside.

Where did you go when the sun set young man,

Forever have you disappeared from me, where are you.?

I remember when we walked the streets of Yorba,

We were free as two boys could be, Summers of yesterday.

Treasured are for me those wonderful days in the sun,

Skateboards and less troubled times for boys that could run.

A moment never drifts by that i don’t recall my friend known by me,

Marty was your name, pictures of you remain locked inside.

Something not finished, regrets an d memories of less painful days,

I know of your loss fore i have lost too, take a walk back in time dear friend.

I live each day in a place that knows my name, home is far away,

A wish to stand before you and say thank you for a day in the sun with a friend.

Keith Garrett

Everywhere i would be and the places i would see,

High and low, fast and slow, across the fields we go.

Through the trees, the wind and me, blowing leaves,

I need not hang on, it just carry’s me away as i feel free.

To travel with the wind i am light with not a worry,

I am guided within this incredible force of nature.

I am shown exciting and beautiful scenes as beyond a dream,

Above the ocean so high, touching the wide open sky.

Travel with the wind through the green grassed hills,

In the forest dodging the trees, it is the wind and me.

If i had the chance then i would travel to the past to see,

Travel with the wind through time, see what use to be,

To the future where the wind will surely be waiting for me.

Keith Garrett

Let us take a trip together, we have the time, let’s sail,

We’ll pack our things, board that ship bound for exciting lands.

Around the world we go, traveling across the waters on a ship,

Where we are heading will be to places never seen by our eyes.

Around the world, Australia, Ireland, Greenland, what a world,

Alaska, Switzerland, Hungary, we’ll see it all, we may never go home.

Germany, Italy, France, there’s so much beauty from gods created thoughts,

Scotland, England, on a ship to many lands, across the oceans, on a ship we stand.

We’ll have sailed the seven seas and seen the moon and stars hand in hand.

Keith Garrett

Are they everywhere, but where, they watch your day,

From high above, beyond the sky satellites fly.

You’re on the phone and you believe you’re alone,

Who listens as you speak in confidence, now who knows.

They do observe you as they fly across the night sky,

Every move that is made can be seen from their eyes.

You’re not alone even on a quiet, still, night,

Checked out or investigated, are you free to wander about.?

Who is watching, from everywhere they see,

Who is free as they watch from all over the world.

Keith Garrett

Please listen to me lord, i ask a favor of you,

There’s a monster in me, it attacks everyday.

A disorder of panic, severe the doctors say,

I’ve asked before that you make it go away.

I thought that you did not listen, hear what i say,

I’d rather have no legs than to fear everyday.

I’ve asked to make you a trade,

Take these legs and make the panic go away.

You have not responded in any kind of way,

Do you not understand this pain in my everyday.

I like to walk but i’d rather not fear the rising sun,

A wheel chair would be fine if only you would take away this horror inside.

You have a reason for not answering my request,

I don’t know what it is but I’ve been told that you know best.

Keith Garrett

A wise man puts aside his anger before he drifts off to sleep,

A thinker before an act brings much trouble Into his life.

A wise man never bows down to the pressure from his peers,

He must trust In his heart fore his actions are his to answer alone.

A wise man has angry thoughts that hold no consequences from Inside,

If at all they switch to violence then a wise man has no words to be listened to,

What does a wise man do,? He practices In that which he does In fact preach,

He Is not a hypocrite, he Is calm and speaks his words carefully, a wise man Indeed.

He knows that words of stupidity are not a problem behind closed doors,

What does a wise man do,? he thinks before he does anything at all.

Keith Garrett

High up In the hills away from the crowded hostile world,

He lived alone, a quiet man of peace In his cabin of a home.

A fireplace and a pile of wood, always chopping to keep It warm,

He has all that he needs or wants with a roof above his head.

A man wakes to the morning light, begins his day with a cup of coffee,

A companion joins him for breakfast, a four legged friend of loyalty.

When the days are beautiful and filled with the sun they venture out,

Walking among the trees and the beauty seen high above what lives below.

He wanted to be alone In his made of wood home, he and a friend,

In the night as the crickets are the only sound, a chair and a smoking pipe,

In a cabin on a hill lives a man mostly alone, all that Is needed, a smile and a home.

Keith Garrett