The forest, the hills, and the desert traveled,

These three, these men of faith will be challenged.

Where do i go, alone will i know, asks the first seeker,

I’ll take the first road, i’ll find my way to the forest.

The way home for me will be found, we’ll meet in a place,

The forest will show me many things, a search so beautiful.

It’s time for me to go, my road has been chosen,

I’ll make my way into the hills, these words spoken.

We will come together once more, somewhere in time,

Travel i will into the quiet hills of discovery, a road taken.

Fore the third wandering man will journey across the desert,

A road meant for only he, unbelievable scenes to his eyes.

The desert will teach this alone man lessons of the heart,

His way home will be hard fought, they will find the same road.

Three roads taken, three men walk a path alone,

In the end they will stand together in the hills, the forest,

And in the desert, these men of three will never find again

This home but all will be as one, they will find their way home.

Keith Garrett

Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with what life takes away,

A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is seen through cobwebs so clear.

A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten treasures are again a thought,

     Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks of ghosts, friends we knew.

Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew those with faces and names,

Hills where we wandered have disappeared with this changing world.

Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children we knew all go away,

There are those times when i can just stand there and somewhere in the wind,

When the night is quiet, there’s a fragrance in the air, that feeling of that yesterday.

Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go our separate ways,

Thoughts change, some memory’s drift with passing winds.

Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the memories

In our minds for just a little while longer.

Keith Garrett

It is i lord, a man with many questions, do you hear me,?

I want to see you fore i do not know your face, do you see mine.?

My voice echoes with sound, i speak from my mortal lips,

Your words are known to the world, i can surely hear you.

When i cry are my tears held by you with love and compassion,?

Is the rain that falls from the sky merely sorrow from those whom died.?

If the bad, the evil choose to show what’s in them no good,

Do the good of heart possess in them the same temptation for sin.?

Love is a thought, a feeling of warmth that touches ones soul,

Why is it painful, why does it grow old, please tell me O’lord.?

I stand before you just a poor man with a kind, wanting, heart,

I ask you to guide me through a pain that does haunt.

Sit with me lord and rock me to sleep, nightmares to dreams,

Take from me this fear that angers my peace.

Keith Garrett

My quest for peace should be an easily obtained request,

I am one whom may be of anger but is not of violence.

Ask only do i to be left alone when so desired,

If not left alone as I’ve asked  then on the defense i am.

When walking then i am on the move in my own space,

To be stopped, detained without respect or decency

Will be a warning of much dislike.

When quiet and of no threat it is that i am called unfriendly,

These words spoken from lips of those of Ignorance and judgement.

There are two faces, two different sides to the world,

To be judged and jailed does not have to mean of guilt.

False sentences, deception, motives of ones dark side,

This can be a prison without walls or a locked door.

There’s an Invisible jury, one that can’not be seen,

It lives among us each day, why does it not go away.

My quest for peace has been long searched for,

It lives within me as my walls are built brick by brick.

I am the guard, I hold the key, nothing can take this from me.

Keith Garrett

From two different worlds they come,

Same age, separated by many years.

She’s a girl from a lonely place in her mind,

He comes from far away in time.

She comes home to where she began,

His soul is in heaven as he lives a certain hell.

Edward and Bella, she is of the living, he the not dead,

She is of warmth, he is of cold skin.

He is not evil, can there be love in a dead mans heart,

What is love and whom or what may we love in such an upside down world.

Two brought together in a Washington town,

Forks is the name where for them, happiness is found.

Edward and Bella, one mortal, the other vampire,

Fore love is love in a time of desire.

Keith Garrett

Leave behind the concrete jungle and everyday expectations,

Step out of your work shoes and into another frame of mind.

Away from the pain and sorrow of what a love destroys,

Your heart and mind, leave far behind.

Walk your feet into a world of darkness,

Hearing only the crunch of what’s beneath you.

No stress or the fast pace of it all,

Only trees that watch as you pass by them all.

Where all is quiet except creatures that stir,

This is a different world where you will not be heard.

No worry’s or crying over what’s out there,

Into the woods, alone i am there.

Keith Garrett

Hey! Hey! they were the monkey’s, use to be here but where did they go,?

Way back in the sixties they had their own T.V. show.

They were all pretty silly and funny, an odd bunch wouldn’t you say,

People still love to watch them, oh! yes to this very day.

Davy was English, a short sort of a lad,

A voice made for singing, banging the Tambourine that he had.

Peter was like Harpo, quiet but funny,

A piece of the puzzle to make them as one.

Mike played his guitar and could really sing,

Some what as the leader to all four he would bring.

Mickey was funny, had a voice, and could play the guitar,

Back in the past, maybe a pop star.

Mickey Dolenz, Davy Jones, Mike Nesmith, Peter Tork.

Keith Garrett

                                    From Mississippi, born quite some time ago,

                                      The name of Elvis would be forever known.

                                          Gospel music, he could sing very well,

                                Growing up in a town where the poor would dwell.

                                 He loved his mother, to her a song he would sing,

                       Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy, fame this would bring.

                                    Moving on to Memphis, a place in Tennessee,

                              A mansion known as Graceland, now the home for he.

                                       Always near by, on him an eye they keep,

                                Called the Memphis mafia is whom they would be.

                                     A show he puts on in such places well known,

                                          All over the world his legend has grown.

                                       When his time came the lord made his visit,

                                Away Elvis went with him, to the music we still listen.

                                           Keith Garrett   

                               Through a twister she journeyed across the sky,

From her home in Kansas she and her dog said goodbye.

To fantasy from reality in a place she fell,

Of tiny people in this land, where they did dwell.

If home is where she wanted then a walk she would take,

Down a long road of yellow brick to a city she would make.

Along the way, three friends she would meet,

Searching for something, each one was unique.

Till the end they would fight a wicked soul,

Conquer and receive what it was they were told.

Click your heels together, one, two, three,

There’s no place like home, back there she would be.

Keith Garrett

          Like mystical knights from a time long since past,

          These three surviving warriors are back at last.

A golden god wailing tunes that echo through our minds,

With emotion to his audience, a performer so fine.

From a magical guitarist born back in time,

Plays a bow on the strings like a wizard casts a spell.

On his Organ he plays sounds like they were made up in heaven,

Also a guitar would be another weapon.

Together a power none dreamed of before,

A masterpiece of song never seen on a stage floor.

Missing from them, one fallen warrior whose hammering

On his drums shook the ground like thunder,

They called him Bonzo, now a spirit in a new world of wonder.

From England they were born some time ago,

Their music lives on forever you know.

Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Bonham, John Paul Jones.

Led Zeppelin

Keith Garrett