I come from a long time ago in a place, at a time, a time of snow,

Far back in the East where the cold wind blows.

I was born in a town, a memory of a dream sometimes Imagined,

A time in my life as real as this is my today fore that was this boys yesterday.

Only a child in a world far, far from here across the sky, through the years,

Playing with children, these friends whom owned names back in a day.

Amesbury, Massachusetts a land where i was made to exist, where i began,

Holds in my thoughts my long lost magical wonderland.

I have brothers of two and sisters that equal that of four in this time of ours,

A mother thought by me of never getting older.

My father whom i once sat on his lap as a small boy so many clock ticks ago,

Lives no more in my world, but exists in heaven above, and visits me in my thoughts.

Seven years old sometimes i find my way back to on Halloween night,

Nineteen sixty nine my dad at such a young age came home no more.

I think perhaps Keith that little boy also died back there once upon a time,

But now he’s come to join a different version of himself, Keith the man.

Together they will both live until they go back to before their beginning,

Up where dad is watching down on them as they live and play.

I just wanted you to know who i am, my name is Keith.

Try, the only thing you have to do is try,

Incentive, ambition, in you the drive to strive.

Tired or not, whatever it takes, rise to your feet,

Get out of bed, put on your shoes, just move.

If life gets hard then get that much tougher,

When you feel you can’t make it through the day

Dust yourself off and do it anyway.

Hard work pays off, no place for the weak,

Failure is not an option, stand on your own two feet.

At times we’re dealt a bad hand,

Who will care when you quit, who will lend a hand.

It’s time to grow up, you must understand,

Don’t let life pass you by, you’ll end up with nothing.

Keith Garrett

Keith Garrett
Tell me about your life grandma, where did you begin,?

Sit child and listen as i tell you about my life, a life you’ve just begun.

Once i was just a baby born from parents, a mother and father of love,

Living on a farm as many people of my time did and worked hard.

As a little girl like all children i had chores in the morning before school,

Feeding the chickens, bringing in the eggs, stuff like that my dear.

Off to school then i would go, a walk along the road through the field,

Horses around, neighbors working as they waived a morning hello.

After school again with the chores whatever they may have been,

Homework and possibly a swim in the pond with a friend you see.

As i grew older and my father died i helped my mother take care of our land,

My brothers were gone away in the war or far off with family’s of their own.

Some years later after my mother died i sold the land and went away to school,

I became a doctor and then married my husband whom was an engineer.

We had a great life together, children and grand children like you,

He’s gone now as i am an old woman with a lifetime in my mind.

Thank you grandma for this story, grandma died, she had a lifetime.

The morning came, as i got out of bed to the cold surroundings,

Headed to the bathroom as is usual to an opened medicine cabinet.

I closed it not really wondering why it was opened and brushed my teeth,

Quiet was the morning as i thought i heard my own voice speaking.

Imagination working i thought to myself, again but it was calling me,

An Eerie, long, whisper, perhaps a bit tired as i rationalized the moment.

Walking away i stopped and turned swearing i saw something in the mirror,

My skin crawled so i moved fast towards the door to get outside.

There was no one to tell because it would be i the crazy one indeed,

Whatever it was did exist, at least in the mind of a man now afraid.

I had to go back in there to see, too find out if it was real, was i crazy,

It wasn’t expected but when i looked in the mirror He as i now call him

Not it was there staring at me, eyeing me, a tiny sort of a being.

My heart seemed to stop as he pointed to his face, i was in shock,

I now understood that he was me, in the mirror i now could see.

Keith Garrett

Impossible things, are they to be Imagined,

To walk on the moon, travel to mars.

See and touch the oceans floor,

Climb a mountain and reach for more.

It can be done, walking from coast to coast,

  Break the sound barrier, faster than the speed of sound.

Travel in a balloon, across the world you go,

Fly in the sky, jump from the highest height.

Impossible things, Impossible you say,

To rid the world of disaster and cancer,

Can this be a possibility one day.

To love one another, hold hands across this world,

Terror put to an end, war only a bad dream.

To all impossible things, too the next one whom

Can make it a reality.

Keith Garrett

Dusk approaches, there’s a quiet silence,

A calming feel at the days end.

Does silence make a sound, ?

A crickets soft chirp noticed.

A breeze moving gently through the trees,

A plane that fly’s so high beneath the stars.

The tone of a whisper spoken in her ear,

In the far off distance the bark of a dog is heard.

Ones own heartbeat echoes inside,

A mosquito in the evening, the sound goes by.

The sleeping child breathing in the night,

An owl in a tree, quiet as can be.

Does silence make a sound,? listen as it’s found.

Keith Garrett

My heart beats, each breath taken is a breath to be not taken for granted,

The blood runs through my veins as every moment is a moment i’ll see.

There’s a fragrance of herbs in the garden, life lives around me darling,

The wind is felt upon my face as i watch the sun move across the open sky.

Something lost and something gained as another day slips away,

Never knowing what to expect from another morning born, I’m alive!.

The air we take in isn’t for free, the price we pay to live in gods mystery,

Love holds no promises, love comes to stay and love drifts away, I’m alive!.

We are the fortunate ones if the chance is for us to laugh or cry one more time,

Share a kiss, a hug, take that last walk with a love along the ocean shore, once more.

I’d just like to say I’m alive!, “yes darling” everyday I’m alive!.

Keith Garrett

BY KEITH GARRETT

They come to play, these men of the field,

All dressed the same for this game they don’t fear.

Nine men with a number and a name on their back,

The goal is to defend and conquer this enemy whom will attack.

A crowd will gather in support of these warriors well trained,

They’ll cheer till the end, this battle of power that has its own name.

One by one each stands at the plate,

As one lone attacker throws his weapon their way.

With a bat in his hands he defends his ground,

A crack that echoes can be heard if he strikes back

At him what was thrown from the mound.

They dive and they jump to stop what’s sent their way,

Too hold back the attack of nine men here today.

These boys of Summer who fight to become champions

Of the game to be remembered for what they have done.

Keith Garrett

My eyes i would give you and be blind so you could see,

So that you could hear the sounds of the world, deaf i would be.

I would give up my voice that you may sing out your song,

Hold onto your hand when the pain of life becomes too strong.

If i could make it alright, any sickness for you would be my fight,

If i could make it alright, my sleep i would lose so you may rest through the night.

My heart is mine just as your heart belongs to you,

If i could make it alright then know that my heart i would give to you.

The ultimate gift would be to give so that another could live,

If your heart did cease to beat then my life i would give to you.

Keith Garrett

              The night is dark and quiet, a breeze is in the air,

             I’ll rest up for the night, barefoot and feeling alright.

              The morning soon will come to life, open my eyes,

           Put on my shoes and get ready for the day, a new day.

                Work outside from sun till it’s done, heat or rain,

        Whatever it takes to see the job done under the falling sun.

             Whether it be sweat or cold, i’ll make it young or old,

               When the day is gone then it’s time to stroll home.

        Tired feet but life is so sweet, in my yard again for the night,

                         Untie my shoes is the thing that i’ll do,

                        Off they go until the morning is known.

       Keith Garrett