TO CATCH THE WIND

  Out there, free In the early morning light 
  From the sky,

  A shadowy figure, stands motionless as the 
  Wind blows across the land.

  Feeling the fresh air swirling around this 
  Powerful spirit,

  It raises Its' head to the rising sun.


  Miles and miles to the North, South, East,
  And West,

  This great beast can run under the wide 
  Open sky.

  This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation 
  From heaven,

  With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


  Such a gentle friend, which stands up tall,


  Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch 
  The wind.

                                  Keith Garrett

                           WOUNDS OF TIME


  Innocence and pure, the new born child,


  Day by day, what's taught and learned.


 With an eye, that which is witnessed,


 An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.


  Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and 
  Change,
  
  Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that 
  Torment the mind.

  Like scars, lessons that make us strong,


  Wounds of time, sometimes alter a clean mind.


  Can't is only a word, failure learned from weakness,


  Our minds and bodies see battles over time,


  Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.


                                   Keith Garrett

                        FLIGHT OF A DRAGON


  With speed like the wind, to the sky it soars,


  So massive this beast, listen to the sound as it roars.


  Legend or myth, this monster of fire,


 Just the sight of it is hard not to admire.


  Of long ago, these stories are told,


  FLIGHT OF A DRAGON, in a time of old.


  Where did they come from,? these creatures so wild,


  Born down below or in the mind of a child.


  Sometimes in your thoughts, look up in the air,


  Flight of a dragon, maybe still there.


                                              Keith Garrett  

                    FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?


 This place of beauty has stood here for generations,


  Built by a great, great, Grandfather a long time ago.


  Times have changed, in this world around a ranch,


 The fight to keep what is yours has been since time 
  Began.

  You battle, climb the hill with sweat and tears, for 
  This ranch,

  Family before you have sacrificed in ways you can't 
  Understand,

  What does your heritage mean to you, will you die if they 
  Try to take your home?


  For this ranch, will you die, will you shed a tear for those 
  Who bled before your time?
                         Keith Garrett

                               GHOSTS CAN TALK


  Most of this world never truly believes that life 
  Ends not here,

  Death may not be a misery that we all wait to endure.


  We are surrounded, if indeed you do not believe in this,


  There are those and many long ago spirits which 
  Wander alone.

  Most of us are not enough in thought, or listening to 
  Hear ghosts talk,

  Heaven is there, but why are they everywhere? Ghosts 
   Can talk, they walk.

  We want to believe that we are never ending, fear that 
  We are not forever.

  Odd things happen, strange sounds in the night, misplaced 
  Or lost items,

  They speak in ways we can not ever dream,  watch us as
  We slumber in the night.

                                  GHOSTS CAN TALK

                                            Keith Garrett

                               DRIVE, JUST DRIVE


  Jump into my car, the motor is running,


  The morning sun is shining on this beautiful,
  black, machine.

  I've put the top down, we're gonna drive, just drive,


  Feel the wind blowing through your hair, music 
  In our ears.

  Let's head for the coast, we'll drive along the ocean 
  Shore,

  Miles and miles of open road, watch as the waves 
  Touch the sandy beach.

  Let's drive far, we have all the time we desire,


 Through the hills' of green grass, we'll drive the 
  country roads.

  For miles, there's only you and me, drive, just drive,

  Nothing but beauty is seen as we head for anywhere,

  High into the mountains is where our day takes us.

  Almost to the sky, we can see everything from where
  We drive,

  We drive into the night, we drive, just drive.


                                      Keith Garrett

                           WHAT CAN A BLIND MAN SEE


  From the sound of anger, a pictured face from a mind,


  A clap of thunder, faces of darkness, a storm on the rise.


  The touch of a woman, from her fingertips to his face,


   Love can be seen from a man with a heart of dreams'.


  A place with no light, what might a man see with no sight,


  Only that which he feels', always that which Is real.


  What can a blind man see, he sees what Is missing,


  Blinded from the eyes of of the ones' whom miss what 
  They see.


                                  Keith Garrett                                                                      

                             WESTERN WORLD


  The old west, a place where a cowboy could 
  Roam the land,

  Drifters could be seen riding in from the horizon, 
  Long ago.

  Wagon trains with families, seeking that new world 
  Of hope and prosperity,
  Bandits and outlaws, robbing banks, criminals of 
  The day, hanging from trees.

  A western town, where a sheriff walked the street, 
  Trying to keep some peace,

  Gamblers could be heard, drinking and howling, 
  From a saloon long ago.

  Dance hall girls dressed for the time, somewhere 
  Back in a western time,

  The eighteen hundreds, where pioneers carved a trail 
  Through the years,

  Western world, where families worked the land, the 
  Future was a mystery to be Seen.
                 Keith Garrett

                                         SUNRISE


  Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,


  Footsteps of mine, traveling the morning light.


  The fog begins' to lift, showing the beauty of God,


  I walk this way, with hope by my side.


  Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'


  On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.


  Rays of light, shine through the distant clouds,


  Sunrise has a story, for a man roaming alone.


  Everything has changed, as the days' seem the same,


  A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.


  My favorite music, from the man from Jersey,


  Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


                              Keith Garrett  

                             I'M JUST A POOR BOY


  No car do I own, socks' full of holes, day by day, 
  An hourly wage,


  I lay there In bed, worrying about tomorrow, a bed 
  Of my own.


  No credit cards' or a bank account, my only money, 
  In an aging wallet,


  A table of food always, dinner as a poor boy will 
  Gladly serve.


  Clothes on my back, shoes that take me to where I 
  survive,


  Blesses of many, In a world of sorrow and strife.



  I'm just a poor boy, with a smile and a tear, a wish
  And a fear,


  What I lack In gold Is made up of treasure, discovered 
  Every day.


  I'll take a trip somewhere from my mind, to a place of 
  Fantasy,


  A rich man can't find, where a poor boy can't buy.



  I'm just a poor boy, with so much to give, I give to you,



  I'm just a poor boy, what's a poor boy to do.


                                 Keith Garrett