A HEARTBEAT



  Listen to my heartbeat, thump, thump, It beats,



  Blood runs through it, listen to me as I breathe.



  A heartbeat means life, It beats fast or slow, 



  Thump, thump, it goes, a heartbeat that slowly 
  Grows old.


  It speaks of who I am, only one of a kind,



  Listen, thump, thump, with a hand to my chest, feel 
  As I am alive.


  A heartbeat lets us know that this moment is still ours,



  Hear it pound, listen to its beautiful sound.



  Thump, thump, thump, thump, one beat at a time,



  A heartbeat so precious, thump as it beats one more time.


                                         Keith Garrett

                              THE PIED PIPER


  Within the hills one day, It was that I did hear 
  The Piper play,


  Hiding in the grass so deep, witnessed did I, magic
  We would need.


  Music of the piper echoed within ears that could 
  Not hear,


  People from a town called Hamelin had so much 
  To fear.


  This piper, dressed in colorful attire, robe and hat, a
  Musical pipe,


  A deal he made with a council, to rid Hamelin of a 
  Mass of rats.


  With musical notes they were lead to the river of death.



  When they went back on their word and did not pay,



  This mysterious, magical piper took all the children away,



  When the time came that they agreed to pay, the pied piper 



             Never again came to stay.

              Keith Garrett

                                   SURROUNDING ME


  I"m here, blind at times to what's around me, waiting 
  For myself to see,

  Sitting here at this moment, quiet with no soul to keep 
  Me company.

  Feeling lonely, but as I turn my eyes to this world, notice 
  Do I something,

  There's much life watching me, I never listen but now 
  I can hear,

  As what's surrounding me Is telling me something, It's 
  Talking to me.

  There stands a tree, Its' branches swinging In the wind 
  Like arms,

  Leaves falling to the ground, nature brings It to life as I 
  Hear the sound.

  The grass dances, as a breeze travels on by, singing as It 
  Says goodbye,

  When I sit upon It, a feeling It has as also this friend of 
  Green feels me.

  On a shrub, a bird sits and whistles In the sun,


  Saying hello to It, as away In the sky, this bird flies.


 There are bees buzzing around flowers of many colors 
  And fragrances,

 They leave me alone, I'm not alone,


  What I want may not be, a little less lonely with what's 
  Surrounding.

                                    Keith Garrett 

                                PAGES


  My life starts' out like a book, not yet a cover,



  Nothing Inside, page one still not printed.



  My story constantly being written with every breath,



  How many pages there will be, not known till the end.



  This title was Imagined before my creation,



  Cover to cover Is mine to write as I walk my life.



  With each turning page, I Illustrate my own time,



  The one before this, just a memory In my mind.



  Stay open It does, until my story Is told,



  Until I've been published, this mans' book will not 
  Be closed.

                                          Keith Garrett  

                   "FROM A LONG TIME AGO"


  I lived lifetimes ago on farmland worked with hands, 
  A man's hands,
  A family we were, my wife, children, and animals for pets, 
  Back in time.
  Possibly I went by the name of Sam, a man of principles, 
  Of beliefs,
  My children may have been raised to believe In the Lord, 
  To respect.
  If a wife I did have then she might have been a beautiful 
  Woman,
  She would have been a great cook, a fine and decent person.

  Imagine there would have been much love In our home,

  Working hard from sunrise till sunset would have been 
  This family.
  Friends' and neighbors' with names now vanished Into a
  Memory,
  A town that may have existed but no longer alive, a long 
  Time ago.
  I may have been known as Sam from a long time ago,
  Maybe so,
  Land I may have owned and worked my fingers to the bone.

  It's possible this man of beliefs had a family that he loved so
  Much,
  I could have had children of which grew up and had families 
  Too.
  To a man named Sam who may have lived a long time ago,

  Who may have lived with a loving wife, children, and had 
  Many
   caring good friends', If I had known you from a long time ago.


                                   Keith Garrett 

                                  MASTER OF THE GUITAR


  Hammer of the God's, like a wizard, black magic,
  Possibly,

  An outfit he wears, decorated with dragons and snakes,


  Black attire, tassels hanging from that which he wears.


  Master of his guitar in hand, double neck belongs to him,


  Magician of musical sound as he dances across the stage,


  From a legendary Led Zeppelin band, he is the great 
  Jimmy page.

  Bow in hand, he strums to Dazed and confused, mystical 
  Tunes,

  Animated, with such a floor show, speed of his fingers, go
  Jimmy! go!

  Master of the guitar, magnificently he plays, from England, 
  The amazing Jimmy Page.
                               Keith Garrett

                          LAUGHTER IN THE WOODS


  How deep the woods, into the mist of the early morning,


  Through the trees, my feet walk upon the aging leaves.


  Can't see the sky beyond the trees so high,


  Quiet is the sound as I move along.


  Something there, an echo through the cool, wet air,


  Laughter far off in the distance, no one there.


  I search as it calls to me, my curiosity,


  Listen to it i do with no direction be known.


  Are you there, are you anywhere, someone,


  Laughter in the woods, only laughter in the woods.


  How strange it seems, am i only in a dream,


  The sounds of neverending laughter are here.


  Laughter in the woods, nothing but laughter in 
  The woods.

                                Keith Garrett 

                                          DREAMS'


  Dreams, like the hopes and wishes that rest In our hearts,


  Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, like you.


  Dreams' are a look Into the future of our wanting thoughts,


  Reasons' and seasons' for them to be or be not.


  Dreams' may bring love to a heart so lonely and of care,


  What Is a dream If never with another shared.


  I dream of one day when a dreamers' heart finds mine


  We'll walk as one but two different lives.


                              Keith Garrett

                         DOES THE SKY DREAM?


 The sky Is always night somewhere In our world,


  Does It dream, as It sleeps' there where It rests.


 Awake as It does to the morning sunlight,


 In another place, It goes to bed again for the night.


 There are friends' all around this wide open space,


 That watch over each other In Its' universe.


 Does the sky dream, always as It exists,


 What would It say If to us It spoke


        Keith Garrett                

                                "THE RIDER"


  He'll ride In the morning, through the day travels 
  The road,

  High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
  He rides.

  Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, he 
  Rides,

 The snow falls, as through the mountain passes he Is
  Moving.

  A man with no name, throughout the land, maybe a 
  Glimpse,

 He's known only as the rider, carrying whatever for hire.


 This horse he rides, with colors of solid black and white 
  Spots,

  A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.


  Brown and black hat worn on his head, gives a
  Mysterious appearance,

  A coat so long for cover and warmth, shields him from
   Weather, the rider.

  Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern, can be 
  Noticed In the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides, just he and his 
  Faithful Companion.

  Like a ghost so quiet, he roams the wild wilderness of life,


  He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                               Keith Garrett