VOICES


  Around us, we hear those who speak,
  Words and phrases to others' who will hear.


  So many different tones from mouths each day,
  Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.


  Talking a lot Is a way for some,
  Fast and unclear Is another way too.


 We hear many voices as we spend our day,
 Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.


  Voices are heard singing songs,
  Which makes us happy and brings our emotions 
  Outside.

  On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,
  We can't even see them but still they are heard.


  Without voices, we will not be heard,
   If we are not heard, then there Is silence.


                              Keith Garrett  

                                "JUST AN ECHO"


  If you listen carefully your memories can be heard,


  Words' and phrases spoken or listened too are recorded.


  Thoughts' In your head feel at times louder, just an echo,


 Sounds' and scenes from a lifetime played over, can you 
 hear?

  Noises from children playing, back when just a child, 
  Just a child,

  Friends' from long ago just an echo In time, listen, they 
  Can be heard.

  In the span of a lifetime, like the wind moving by, created 
  In an instance,

  An echo In time we will be, just an echo In time for you
  And me.

                                Keith Garrett                                       

                                   " MAGIC"


  Wizards with wands or magical dust,


  Four leaf clovers and a seven showing, always 
  On two dice.

  Witches and warlocks, wishes or rainbows,


 Do dreams come true, there are stars and moons.


 Do unicorns exist, are there spirits In the mist,


  Is magic a fantasy, what you feel are prayers that 
  Are real.

  Magic lives In the heart, It Is a wanting hope for 
  All that you feel,

  All you hope will be real.


                                              Keith Garrett

                          FOLLOW THE RIVER


  Watching the water as It flows' down stream,


  I walk Its' path on either side.


  As the river turns,' swaying from side, to side,


 The rushing water crashes and throws' Itself at me


  As I make my way along.


  On my journey past trees and hills,'


  Notice do I the bright sun and big white clouds' 
  Passing me by.

  Follow, follow the river on a course chosen by Itself,


 Onward, downward until such a place where the water 
  Lies still.

  I follow the river to a resting spot,


  Now It Is time for this soul to sleep.


                                             Keith Garrett

                    HE HAD A DREAM!


  He used to be, he walked as a man,
  Growing up as a child, harder than one could 
  Have imagined,


  With strength and courage he stood for the fight,
  So many against him as he marched for what's 
  Right,=.


  At times so scary to speak what you believe,
  Most just complain, oh! not he.



  It took a demon, the devil In disguise,
  To take from him what he told from Inside.



  He was once a boy but grew to become a man,
  To tell of his cause as he walked with the people
   Hand in hand.


  His name was Martin Luther King,
  He was not forgotten because of an Ignorant mans' 
  bullets' wring


  He had a dream, he was a man, his dream Is alive.


                              Keith Garrett

                                  A SAD SITUATION



   A little bit different, a lonely child was she,



  Her mother so out of touch, a young girl's misery.



  Shy and feeling so alone, not much of a happy home,



  She did not fit in at school, something else about her.



  They would tease and torment her, watch as her anger 
  Grew,


   A sad situation for a girl who trusted very few.



  The hurt in her heart would never mend, soon the end, 



   So different was she, this child no more to be.


                                            Keith Garrett

                              HEAVENLY STARS


  A night of Winter, they shine high in the sky,



  Scattered stars so far away, It's that time of year.



  They've been there so long, watch them sparkle 
  Tonight,


  Spirits above appear, heavenly stars are a sight.



  It's clear and cold, be amazed at stars so old,



  How long have they been floating, only God knows. 



  Into the sky we stare, heavenly stars everywhere,



  Part of Gods wonder, wonderful is up there.


                           Keith Garrett

                                   A COWBOY'S HEART



  Born in a town, his roots most important to him,


  A mother and father, family mean so much.


   Love for the land that he walks upon,


  Precious is a horse he calls friend, a hard working
  Man.

  Maybe the love of a woman he holds in his heart,


 A beautiful song lives in this cowboy's many thoughts.


  Integrity and honor is in the kind of person he is,


  He has things of want but needs very little,


  Watching the sun go down as he rests upon his horse.


  He does what it takes, he stands always tall,


  He gives of his heart, much heart, a cowboy's heart.

                                              Keith Garrett

                 LET'S NOT DESTROY ONE ANOTHER


 Worry do we about the enemy from far away lands,


  More of a chance to be invaded by an enemy within.


   From protests of angry citizens, violence occurs,


  Nothing will ever get better in the way they try to 
  Be heard.

  Rioting in the streets, destroying one's own 
  Neighborhood,

  How to accomplish anything when nothing you do 
  Is of good.

  Shootings, fires, and bombs, across a nation said to 
  Be great,

  We show the world ignorance, our children are taught 
  Terrible things.

  Let's not destroy one another as we are doing just 
  Fine so far,

   Wake up America, what will all this destruction do for 
   You?
                                             Keith Garrett

                           WATCHER OF THE SEA


  High above the water, overlooking the ocean,



  Built above the rocks, standing tall under the sky.



  With Its' eyes of light so bright, watching for those,



  Guiding whom might approach these shores, looking.



  For so many years It sees, watches, and waits,



  As from across the horizon, travelers make their way.



  Watcher of the sea, keeping your eye on what Is all 
  Around thee,


  Wheather the light of day, or the dark of night, you watch.



  Trusted by many are you, counted on for safety,



  You are the watcher of the sea, lonely as It may be.


                                      Keith Garrett