Somewhere among the crowd one of them may be shopping,

At a restaurant they could be sitting at a table before your eyes.

A beautiful day at the beach in some year past or present they were,

Might have been at a ball game cheering just as you were having a day.

Walking down the street it could be you pass them by each day not knowing,

When you see them it is most possible that the years have disguised them.

Sometimes and not to often we may slow down and take notice of a face,

It may not be whom we wish to see or maybe the most fortunate are we.

At times i wonder if down the street they may live a neighbor not known by me,

A nod on the street by a passer by, a smile from a face that might be a friend indeed.

Over the years we spread further apart, not always in distance but in time,

When you see them take a closer look as they are no longer whom they were back then.

Keith Garrett

Such a fine day coming, the morning light soon will come,

Ready to go on my daily trek to some place away from here.

My mind and thoughts are ready, today i’ll be walking the hills,

I’m on my way as nothing or no one can take it away from me.

I’ll walk far beyond this world i’m in, along the road, up higher,

The sun is warm and the sky is blue with assorted floating, clouds.

I walk, staring at the trees of color that move with the wind, i move,

Anything i want is here with me, nothing is unreal on this day, see it.

A waterfall pouring down to the bottom where fish wander in a stream,

Everything is a dream for me walking the hills where i can be anything.

Time for me to head home, i’m tired now and need to get some rest,

I went away today just like everyday, In my mind, there is no other way.

Keith Garrett

From long ago, generation to generation stories told,

Fables and tales passed on, changing as they grow.

Beyond many Winters and long Summers, songs In the wind,

The lives of families whispered throughout a mountains time.

How long this mountain has stood can never be realized with eyes,

Echoes from the mountain, stories that drift with the passing sky.

The blowing wind, how many times has It passed across the mountain top,

What words speak from the wind, how many has the wind touched or moved.

Echoes from the mountain, voices of those whom have forever passed through.

Keith Garrett

By myself with the wind in my face,

Watching out towards the horizon, i sit in the sand.

Above, only sky that has not an ending to my eyes,

Birds that fly, drift silently on by.

The waves are a sight, crashing on the beach,

Who would be the man whom sat here once and dared to dream.

To sit in the sand, warm to the touch of my feet,

Thoughts fill my wandering mind, what things do all of this teach.

To sit in the sand, peaceful is where i am,

Memory’s of times, all that i did in life,

Felt from inside.

Keith Garrett

I pulled up in the driveway, there weren’t any lights on,

Stepped out from the car as the dog was barking loud.

I caught a glimpse of a full moon rising high in the night,

Took my keys from my pocket, unlocked and opened the door.

Flipped on the light before into my house i did step,

Is anyone home, no answer would i get.

To the back door i went to let the noisy dog in,

Wagging his tail and licking my chin.

I turned on the t.v. and put on a favorite show,

Made myself a strong drink, there’s nobody home.

A bag of chips and a sandwich, no wife or sign of any kids,

It’s been such a long day, maybe they all ran away.

Up the stairs i went to make sure this wasn’t a joke,

The rooms were empty, no consideration not even a note.

I fed the dog, i put out the trash, no respect for the things i give,

Should i be concerned that they’re nowhere to be found,

If they don’t care how i feel then my drink and i will relax on the couch.

All alone tonight, not a family in sight, a dog is faithful at my side,

Peaceful and quiet, another drink and i’m feeling alright, not a bad night.

I suppose i should now worry with no word as it’s getting kind of late,

One more drink and perhaps i’ll call the police, maybe just go to sleep,

The phone just rang, they went to the movies, what a family as they had no care for me.

Keith Garrett

Looking all around, seeing what’s happening with our own eyes,

On our land much anger and violent protests that get us nowhere.

Police are on the march, military putting their boots everywhere,

What are people really angry about as they scream and shout,

Signs are raised in the air all over the planet, do they protest life.?

If i don’t laugh about the horrible, rediculous, and senseless games

Then it shall be that i’ll surely cry every night before i drift off to sleep.

Chaos is an epidemic roaming out of control with no end to be found,

Why can no one find a way to get along in this god given world.

Hostile faces live in all races because of mistrust and violation,

If i don’t laugh i’ll surely cry with the fear of bombs in many hands.

I pray that man changes but i fear that time will never come.

Keith Garrett

He seemed to have dropped from the sky,

No memory or thought of an earlier time.

A gift he had, a gift from god,

The gentle giant with a loving heart.

Guilty of nothing but judged just the same,

A healing hand, a gift with a burden.

His name was John, a miracle of god,

A sentence of death although a good man.

Soon he would die, a chance to be set free,

The gift that he had made him tired and weak.

But how could one of gods miracles be of any evil sort,

His name was John, never did he do anything wrong,

One of gods miracles has died and gone.

Keith Garrett

See the children back in the day, at play,

Worries were few and friends we thought would never go away.

As we grow older some of that magic fades,

Young at heart is the one whom can remember yesterday.

The years go by and most of us change,

No idea that walking among us or passing by may be that

Childhood friend but we no longer see them.

At times they are missed, thought of in a special way,

If ever so lucky, again we may have a moment,

A day remembering with them our time of play.

Remember yesterday, in your heart, let it remain.

Keith Garrett

So many different places show you a lifetime of remembered and forgotten faces,

With every passing year it is with sadness that a family member or old friends may disappear.

Lucky are we for having those we care about and love in our lives for whatever time there is,

I have had friends from the beginning of my time, to recall them all is without possibility.

They drift from my mind but yet they may be somewhere older and still quite alive,

Wherever they are alive and possibly forgotten or carefully kept close inside, i’ve been blessed.

Some are fortunate in this life to have a friend or two whom have been with them a lifetime,

There are those friends thought of and missed very much and never seen again as we move on.

With every passing year the cycle of life continues as even a new born baby ages with each day,

The future appears constantly without fail, everyone goes away but always comes another day.

With every passing year memories drift further away into places that don’t remember whom we are,

Children play in parks where we as friends did play, did we leave a trace, we went away.

They run on school playgrounds where even teachers aren’t the same, did we leave our names,

Time marches on, something of us will always remain but who out there will ever see.

Keith Garrett

Fact or a fantasy, like the wishing, neverending thought that we can

Climb up and follow that mysterious rainbow to a magical land.

A four leaf clover, that search for the little green grass of hope,

Wish upon a star, will It get you far, blow out the candles,

Did you get that which you closed your eyes for.

Drink from the fountain, first you must search the world,

Reality or a myth, could this be true, did god place upon this earth

The fountain of life, Is It possible somewhere hidden contains a fountain so true.

How can this be a possibility fore It Is said that all will someday die,

If so true then god put It In a place where no man would ever venture to.

Keith Garrett