Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, it rolls in,

They all come to watch, they come to ride the wild surf.

For the true surfer it comes from within, at one with the wave,

Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide across the water.

From Australia, the split, surfers paradise, they battle the rolling storm,

To Hawaii, Waimea Bay, North shore, Pipeline, or Hanalei Bay, the wave.

Above the wave where dreams are made, surf the open water way,

Around the world beyond the shores of Peru to New Zealand, ride.

Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,

Touch the water and listen to the sound of the crashing waves.

Keith Garrett

Die, this i do not, i am eternal,

I am each day, I am always.

As the wind is a part of me, it will forever be,

The sun has lived since its birth, it has been forever.

One day it may die, I will forever be alive,

I am space, I am everyday even when you go away.

Always is my name, I am the atom, constant energy,

I am the universe with no end in sight.

I go on and on, I am forever, no day or night,

I am everyday,. always is my name,

I am sound from every different way.

Keith Garrett

                             There was a man in a far off land,

                       He had no eyes, he had no hands, this man.

                           Told me of visions of a world he sees,

                           With his feet he would pick up thing’s.

                           He spoke of many story’s and travels,

                     Lessons of worth from a man in a far off land.

                        There were no tears or anger of his losses,

                             A smile for gifts bestowed upon him.

                               He was not weak, body or mind,

                     He was a man from a far off land, a kind man.

                             He had no want of things so many,

                   What he valued was simple, not riches of plenty.

                          Keith Garrett 

It holds many doors, different roads to choose from,

Chances are taken as we turn the page.

Life is an adventure, different chapters are written,

Only can it be wasted if we stand still to long,

Moving into the future , playing a different game.

We must read from different books,

Experience different tastes of another type of food.

We leave behind people and things, sometimes we must let go,

Carrying into the future our memories or lessons learned.

Sometimes it’s difficult to miss but we learn to adjust,

Changes upon changes as the wheel keeps turning.

The circle of life is never ending, nothing may stay the same,

                The adventure of life is a most wonderful but hard game to play.

Keith Garrett

                       Not to be seen noticed among the crowded streets,

To walk a chosen road, dreaming and not seen.

Just a little time to be left alone, on my own,

Not a sound i’ll make or attention i’ll create.

Invisible moments, there will be no picture or scene,

No description of a man, all around me will be.

At times not to be before these eyes anything,

Not an unwanted sound, nothing all around.

The soul needs moments of peace, a slower pace,

Escape from the fast pace of the human race.

Invisible moments, quiet times under a forgotten tree,

In am empty field of grass, i’m not known to be.

Keith Garrett

                     To love the beach, walking along the sand so warm,

Looking ahead of me at the pier in the distance.

The feel of the wind as i’m walking the wet sandy shore,

The sun shining in the sky, seagulls flying in search for food.

My thoughts are of many things as i dream of life’s pleasures,

At peace am i strolling along listening, always listening.

The waves are a beautiful sight, musical tunes crashing upon the shore,

The horizon seems like forever as i stare in silence at its mystery.

Shadows from clouds darken the ocean but only a touch,

The wonders of life that live beneath the waters are seen from within.

Beaches and oceans have been forever,

There’s a great love for me as they go on together.

Keith Garrett

What do you see when you peek at me, for a lifetime you’ve seen,

I await as each time you appear, we grow older together with the years.

You stare and dream as thoughts from your mind are the same in me,

The morning awakes you, come see the mirror,do you see, do you see.

You’ve studied me closely, at times wondering who i am, understand,

I am the same as you, a man searching within himself, always searching.

From the mirror you gaze into these eyes, are you so surprised.

Do you think i do not know whom it is you really are, i know you,

There are those moments i wish not to see you, not hear you.

Not think at all or too feel the same pain that haunts you,

From the mirror thoughts of a man, a piece of one man.

Keith Garrett

Do you remember me as i remember you,

In a small town of Summer and snow.

We were just children of dreams and games,

We were not twins but just the same.

Traveled far to be where we are,

Memories don’t die of a place we were born.

I am me and you are you, brother i am,

My sister are you, a long way from home.

Do you recall when a roof top fall was a scary moment, why i laughed, why,

White blonde hair on such a little girl,

You made me sad, you made me mad.

We had to be close as we grew,

  Something to hide us from the thoughts we knew.

   Reality seemed like a dream as our lives would change with a scream,

My sister with a name, Kathy it be,

    At times we’ve drifted so far it seems.

    Anger or fight has wasted the hour glass sand,

    Together again we’ll stand.

    My sister, my sister, forgive and forget,

    Let the past rest fore you dear sister are the best.

    Remember a season when once we were young,

    Today a touch older, still we are young.

    Think of me as i’ll think of you, when we go away,

     Again we’ll meet before the angels and he.

                            My sister Kathy,

When i awoke to a morning, not yesterday,

Young was i as my first foot steps were learned.

Walked did i into each different day,

The more i traveled, the more i changed.

I learned of words, i saw many things,

The sun i saw rise but now it’s overhead.

The leaves i saw were shaken from the trees,

As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.

Once a young boy played in the snow,

The more he walked, the less the snow would fall.

Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,

A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.

He walked very far, a life on his feet,

He’s on his way back, almost home, older than he use to be.

Keith Garrett

Written words,thoughts from inside,

I speak so differently than my pen that writes.

Not as happy as I’d like, pray this for me,

Lord in the sky, spirit up so high,

Lift the anger that hurts my soul.

Take away this haunting fear that rests in my mind,

Give me strength, the hope and desire to live on.

I die inside so slowly though my body may be strong,

Let me feel peace like quiet in the night,

Let me feel love as I am the saddened one.

Prayer for a poet, I speak these words to you dear God,

Stand by me when I am weak,

Let me rest in your arms.

Keith Garrett