A PAINFUL MEMORY


  Our minds remember, a picture or scenes from 
  The past,

  A reel to reel movie that for a lifetime lasts, 
  Beautiful and sad.

  Scars are formed from many types of pain, a 
  Reminder of your days,

  We take a look backwards of the steps we take, 
  Where we played.

  A painful memory is more than one, It may reshape 
  Us into something strong,

  If we can't learn from  a lesson taught, it may be 
  we wander in circles of not.

  A painful memory has found us all, we stand to 
  Experience and remember the fall,

  It is a hurtful thing that follows us through, a painful 
  Memory as we live each day new.
                                Keith Garrett

                              A NEW PARADISE


  I sit back and think of the possibility that we 
  May start again,

  If not here then is there some other place of 
  Peace and happiness.

  In the beginning we hear about a garden, it 
  Disappeared from us,

  A new paradise where we can hear the birds sing 
  Without trouble on the horizon.

  Listen to the wind without the painful, tragic, 
  Sounds of sirens,

  A wonderful island, a new world where we are
  Equal in every way.

  Money holds no meaning in this paradise home 
  Where not a soul walks alone,

  Food so plenty, pains of hunger never again in this 
  New paradise where all are friends.

   Sickness no more, no worries of a cure that were 
   Learned about many years before,

   A place that sounds familiar, written in story books, 
   A fantasy not believed.

   Believe in this as once such a place did exist, a lesson 
   Learned if so happens again.
              Keith Garrett

                        WATCH THE WIND   


  The trees dance and sing, they speak, 


  Swaying back and forth, up above.


  Leaves, and many material things are swept


  Away, through the streets,


  See the windows shake to what moves.


  Grass is like a flowing wave,


  There's a presence that moves.


  The sea crashes against the rocks,


  It's a force that drives its course.


  There lies within the eyes, a picture,


  From all that it does, a form exists,


  Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the wind.

          Keith Garrett

                        VISIONS'


   Waves crashing against the rocks, moving 
  Upon the sand,



  Beyond the horizon the sun going down, the 
  Sky is a scene.



  Water of such a brilliant blue, foamy white leading 
  The way,



   Visions' of colors', visions' of memories come to life.




  Through the eyes are seen lively dreams', what Is made,




  The world Is a wonderful, colorful, memory some day.


                           Keith Garrett           

                                     A MYSTERY


  Something not discovered, a story that grows,


  That which can not be figured out, a mystery.


  Who did it, or how did it happen is a question,


  Responsibility for a disappearance.
'

 Aliens are around us constantly, keep searching,


 A mystery it is about Jack the Ripper, who was Jack?


  Things exaggerated from the human mind, folklore,


  A mystery grows with time, a mystery created with time.

                                                 Keith Garrett

                      WIND IN THE FOREST


  Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world 
  For a while,

  Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know, 
  Letting.

  Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's no
  Return,

  Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.


  Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't see 
  The light,

  Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching 
  Eyes.

  Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,


  Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen?


   I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,


  It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.


                         Keith Garrett 

                       A DRIFTING MAN


  On a road of travel without any end,


  Rests his weary body wherever he can.


  Sleeps in the night, hidden from sight,


  Days' of length, the next stop is any place.


   From town to town he wanders with hope,


   Worry fills his head about that next meal.


  Find a job and stay in one place a short while,


   Friends and smiles disappear with the miles.


   A drifting man sees much of the land,


   Meets many faces, lonely where he stands.


   A price he pays to live in such a way,


  There's a gift in seeing the world,


   What's taken away is the peace of settling in 
  One place.

   He chooses a path, he's a wandering man,


  Today he's here, gone again.


                  Keith Garrett

                              UNSEEN


   I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,


  In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of 
  Your day,


  I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,



   I push through the trees, perhaps awake you 
  From a dream.



  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I 
  Was born,



  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                        Keith Garrett

                                UNIVERSE


  Created within me Is the answer to the beginning 
  Of time,

  Is there a start or finish, an end or beginning to 
  What's mine?

  In many a direction I must be,

 Everything travels' through my darkness, who knows' 
  What there is to see.

  Older than anything, how long have I really existed,


  Where do I come from, Is the answer a mystery never 
  To be discovered?

  All things' that live within my space,


  Rotating forever, will they always be In this place.


  I am the universe, not knowing what I really am,


  With no air or much light, not a visitor from your land.


  I'll stay here, who can say just how long,


  Perhaps till an end comes to my time.


                          Keith Garrett

                          WHEN I'M OLD


  Walking on the beach, young with many dreams,


  Hand in hand, alive at sixteen.


  School dances, a roller rink where we skated,


  At parties we saw each other, a long time ago.


  Showed up at your house, honking a horn,


  A father came to greet me, his hand on the door.


  Just a boy as a young girl were you,


  Some years ago, in a town we both knew.


   More than forty years later, again we walk together,


   We still have our dreama, hand in hand, not sixteen.


   Maybe some aches and pains, scars that remain,


   Your hair changes color, less for me remains.


   We once were children, at times a little childish 
  We seemed,

   When I'm old, will you still see in me the same?


   Will you walk with me, hand in hand,


   Back on that beach, as the sun slowly sets.

       Keith Garrett