The sun rises to a new day, the light wakes me, the birds are at play,

Rise do i out from my bed, headed for the kitchen, a cup of coffee in my head.

So sweetheart! what’s for breakfast? Scrambled egges and sausage, perhaps,

How about an Omelette, Ham, and some assorted treats, toast or a bagel maybe.

Well! what would you like, Eggs over easy, poached, sunny side up, or something else,

Waffles with syrup and strawberrys, a touch of wipped cream might be nice.

Pancakes stacked high, different types and flavors, syrup dripping down the sides,

Ham and eggs, steak and eggs, mix them up with hash browns or fries, a morning delight.

Now there are those whom have the taste for cereal, many names to choose from,

Oatmeal with a favorite fruit, best on a cold Winter morning, what is your choice.

Hot chocolate with Marshmallows, coffeee of different tastes, hot tea for somebody,

Weather a taste for a full plate or just a drink to get you through a moment of peace.

What’s for breakfast? It’s your choice, enjoy the morning, it might take you through the day.

Keith Garrett

It’s been so long since last i saw your face, listened as you spoke to me,

I remember all the things you taught me, Watched shows with you back then.

Rides in your car to the beach and many other special places,

Life with you was always great, at the same time never so perfect.

Each day i saw you as you would say a short goodbye,

My day as a child was spent doing childish things.

At the end of the passing day i would await your return,

Sit down and rest with a beer and a show just before dinner.

You taught me right, reminded me when i did wrong,

A friend when i wanted, a father when most needed.

It’s been so long, much to long since last we played,

I saw you yesterday, when the sun went down you were gone.

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,

 Whom would be the man who 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         

As a child life was so magical, running in the sun seemed forever,

The days were long, cartoons were real when once so small.

A page is written as each day we awken and we step further along,

Life is amazing as the older we get the more fortunate we really are.

Some may call it luck when there are those whom leave this world so quickly,

Others are given a gift to see the sunrise many more mornings but why.

Maybe it is luck or a plan from god and a lesson that we must enjoy life,

Open our eyes to all there is to see in this big, unusual land called earth.

There’s an hour glass, only so many Summers, so many Springs for each,

Our steps are never counted as we have only so many left to travel with.

Just as we have a date when we were born there is in gods book a date

Already written and not known for our last day, Another step closer to

Heaven, today we live until forever.

Keith Garrett

           No memory have i of how this came to be,

                 Lost and alone, just me and the sea.

                  Day after day across endless water,

          Above, only the sky and the seagulls that fly.

            Get by do i with only little water and food,

   Maybe a hope and a prayer that it may get me through.

              In the distance perhaps a dolphin or whale,

                        My Imagination is running wild.

              Thinking of what’s below me scares me some,

                   Loneliness is worse fore nobody listens.

                  A dream am i having or my personal hell,

                 Until the end of this i’ll not be able to tell.

                          Up ahead, what is it that i see,

                   My hope and prayer is answered to me,

                           No longer will i be adrift at sea.

        Keith Garrett

Around the park i stroll, my eyes taking in the happy and sad,

The fortunate and down and out are mixed together as strangers.

Who will care for or about the ones that wander hopelessly about,

As for those whose lives are full of love and homes to walk into

It’s easy to forget and pretend they don’t exist out there hungry.

Is it possible that while i do walk around and observe this horror

That’s plagued our world for as long as we’ve existed that there

May be that one soul who approaches us and asks for a dollar or

Help and we have no idea that this was a test, Jesus in disguise.

Our chance to do or don’t may just add a tear or smile to such a

love and peace starved land, Something to think upon,

What if it was he, might it be, Jesus in disguise.

Keith Garrett

 Keith Garrett
I’m glad you’re here, it’s quite early as the sun awakes to this day,

I asked you here because i need you to walk with me today.

There’s not a word you need to say as we move our feet together,

We’re headed into a most beautiful day as a calm peace joins us.

There’s a breeze in the air, the smell of breakfast from an early

Saturday morning get together of friends and family near by,

The sound of the scrub jays as they search for their own morning food.

Can you see the sunlight shining across the trees, walk with me,

Down this trail we travel, a little slippery so take hold of my hand.

The time comes when a moment needs to be taken not to stop

But to slow down and see what god has created around us all,

I’m glad you’re here and decided to walk with me today so

That we could take the time to appreciate our lives and learn

Not to take for granted the special things we share and have.

See the mountains in the distance, feel the warm sun on your face,

We leave the everyday world behind as we walk and laugh.

Thank you for walking with me today, I’ve learned much from

You as you never spoke a word, listened to me, and made me feel

As though i wasn’t alone.

To walk on water is an amazing thing i can’not do,

Flying across the sky, never will i fly, a thought from my mind.

Through walls of solid never will my physical body walk,

I have not the power to raise my hands and change the world.

To part the sea is a wonder that i’ve not yet seen,

Fire i can’not make rain from the sky, no not I.

I have not the ability to hide from pain,

Fear is an emotion that lives in the human being.

I am not god fore it is that i may bleed and do,

I breathe the air but no guarantee of a tomorrow.

Mortal I am, for now here i’ll stand and walk this land,

Older i’ll get as surely i will not live forever in this place.

One day i’ll die and pray that my new home will be beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

       Anger eats at his heart, hurt devours this mans loving soul,

He fights within himself as he seeks the peace of restful sleep.

Listen to this man as he asks to be heard among the screaming noise,

 A battle rages between pain and the happiness so desired for so long.

 What does a man see when hate and mistrust rule his hopes and dreams,

 He seeks to walk out from the darkness and let the fight die with yesterday.

        The brave man awakes to his morning and breathes the hopeful day,

             With his hand he takes from his belt the sorrow, let it go away.

         The brave man puts down his sword fore there exists another way,

  The battle needs not to be won, the war created and destroyed by only he.

                      Keith Garrett  

The tears run down this face, my face that cries,

An expression of sadness, although pain, or loneliness.

When it is that this soul does cry then he searches to hide,

I’ve been seen before when i cry not worrying what is thought.

The filled up tears that rest deep inside i let flow freely you see,

At times such an act to be a hard hearted man, who will understand.

When i cry the strength inside does not die, feelings are alive,

This does not make from a man a baby, only much to set free from the mind.

When i cry i cry, simple emotions from a human side,

Tears from my eyes, when i cry i live on inside.

Keith Garrett