"BILLY  JACK"


  Hatred was not what he was about, time would 
  Make him hate worldly things,

  Hurt was something he did not want to put upon 
  Any man, He would be forced to fight.

  He had a temper, beliefs that would put him and 
  Those he loved in harms way,

  He was not wrong, society and those of corruption 
  Decided he was not in the right.

  Integrity of one man, again he would stand as one 
  Tin soldier against the wrong,

  He stands at times alone, not without love of the people, 
  Against the corrupted souls.

 "Billy Jack" I read about you as a child, I sat under a tree 
  As a dreaming boy for a while,

  A book that made me want to see more, A movie, a man, 
  And much much more.

  You were a war hero, just as you did see what was wrong 
  With government and war,

  Never did you run or hide, you went away at times to 
  Find peace, to be alone.

  Not a criminal or murderer, as you defended against those 
  Who would do you wrong,

  Society saw things a different way, when you took off your 
  Boots and raised a gun your way.

  On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away, 
  Then back he would stay.
                    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

                     DO YOU   REMEMBER ?


  Back in time, many years ago on my mind,


  Drive-in movies as a child, riding your bike,


  Playing cards gave you the sound of a motor.


  Baseball cards and the wonderful world of Disney,


  Spirograph, collecting bottles for money, Bit o, honey.


  When the Ice cream man drove by you lost your mind,


  Pinball machines, a five cent cone, cartoon shows.


  The wizard of Oz and Peter Pan, Sherif John was the man,


  Bozo the clown and merry- go rounds, candy and gum.


  I recall the candy man, raindrops keep falling on my head,


  Ferris wheels, fireworks and a Mcdonald's hamburger so fun,


  Playing with my long lost friends until the setting sun.

    Keith Garrett

                     DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?


 They are shadows of friends' long since gone,


 They are men and women, friendly or not, they are,


 They stand there, co- workers', strangers' not yet 
  Known.

  Husbands' wives, boyfriends,' or girlfriends' past 
  And present,

  A chance there's a brother, sister missed for some time,


  Ghosts' from memories of a long time ago, friend or foe.


  A mother or father, one for a while missed, the other 
  Forever,

  Once stood where you could see, now shadows In eternity.


  Do you know these people, can you recognize their faces,


  From different times and different places.


     Keith Garrett                       

                       DEEP FOREST


  Step Into reality, an exotic and spectacular place 
  Of dreams,

  Realize, this world of adventure and things' not 
  To often seen.

  Somewhat dark, with a hint of light, beaming 
  Through the trees,

  Sounds all around, as the creatures of this land 
  Watch in the shadows.

  There's a misty haze that appears as the night 
  Shows its face,

  So far away from the not so peaceful, deep forest, 
  Of that which breathes.

  Leaves upon the ground, walking among life that 
  Speaks not a word we hear,

  With these feet, we make our way from a magical 
  Getaway of existence.

  This forest, a beautiful deep forest, hiding from 
  The outside,

  Lost In It may be the heaven, the happiness, a garden 
  Of Eden.

                                 Keith Garrett  

                        A BIG HEART



  He was a small man but only in height,


  He would lose his wife as a child was born.


  Lou was his name, a man so kind,


  Trying to survive, taking care of his daughter.


  A job was needed, treated like some kind of freak,


  Turned away, desperate, he would steal for a meal.


  This is not who he was, why are people so ignorant 
  And mean,

  Confined to jail by one who did not care, a much 
  Needed favor.

  A daughter in danger, this little man with a big heart 
  Was needed,

  Risk his life he would, even for those whom did look 
  Down upo,

  A big heart in a man who did appear to stand taller 
  Than all.

                             Keith Garrett

                       100 YEARS FROM TODAY


 Yesterday, what we see as hundreds of years ago is gone,


  History it is to us, read about in books of long lost times.


  The days are always moving along, we do take for granted 
  The morning,

  The setting sun is a most spectacular sight, heading 
  into the night.

  Here where we stand, may still be standing, another 
  Will be standing,

  100 years from today, the world that we know will have 
  Muched changed.

  Just as we wonder what life was like, back in a time of 
  Cowboys and pioneers,

  Tomorrows people will also wonder and read about our 
  Time and place.

  100 years from today, we will be a part of history, others 
  Will be amazed,

  Just as we are amazed and dream of those times when the 
  World appears to be a dream.

                              Keith Garrett

             A COLLECTION OF TIME



  From our first look, a picture, a baby book,


  Pictures in school, pictures in the park,


  Home movies and videos, memories of who we are.


  A collection of time, scenes and images from a life,


  A scrap book, of many filled and turned pages to see,


  Photo albums created from places, times with family.


  A collection of time, pictures faded, recalled faces 
  That change,

  All that which we hold onto, saved in boxes, dusty 
  shelves of thoughts.

  A collection of time, memories in our minds, treasures
  Left behind.
                             Keith Garrett

                          A PERFECT MOMENT



  When darkness falls, and the night is quiet,


  Fighting is no more, words are of silence.


  Sitting on a bench, hand in hand,


  A drink for two, on my private land.


  When the echoes of sirens, are no longer close,


  The scream of the freeway, is not near my home.


  When all is everything I want it to be,


  A fantasy is made in, my own world to see.


  A perfect moment can only be, what we make it to be,


  Things of change piece by piece, a perfect moment can 
  Be anything.

                               Keith Garrett

                  MY WORLD, AND WELCOME TO IT


  My name is not important but who I am is not 
  A dream,
  My physical being holds no measure to my inner
  Creation.
  I am but a poor man with riches that lie in the heart,

  What I've lost I do not seek out, things of new 
  Appear to me.
  Once I was a child, a small and frightened boy 
  Left somewhere,
  A place, a father, and haunting memories of a time 
  Since vanished.
  There have been blessed upon me, friends in a life of
  Many roads,
  In these passing years, lessons of pain and triumph 
  Are understood.
  Children are mine to the count of three, two sons, 
  And a daughter,
  The pictures that keep them show of an older me, 
  my world.
  I am a writer of thoughts, imagination, and living
  Dreams,
  The road I travel is in every day, my eyes paint scenes 
  From stories.
  Music has its own loneliness, and beauty, to fill my 
  Soul and mind,
  I learn from it, as I write this on going tale, of a world 
  Full of mystery.
  There are many components that make me who I am, 
  A wanting man,
  Passion, anger, and humor, are part of the spirit in me, 
  More to see.
  A thinker, and energy, surround a body of laughter 
  that some can't grasp,
  Not of violence to those who know me, mistaken is
  Hurt for anger.
  To share my life with another, and one to let me in 
  Theirs is prayed,
  A poem read to, a meal for two, a walk in the park, 
  A fire in the dark.
  Brothers and sisters, a mother to far away, life has a secret,

  Love that flies away, for another love will enter in its 
  Own way.
  Something beautiful, and meaningful, is there before 
  my eyes,
  My name is Keith, this is my world and welcome to it.

                                 Keith Garrett