TO SIT IN THE SAND


  By myself, with the wind in my face,


  Watching out, towards the horizon, I 
  Sit in the sand.

  Above, only sky that has no ending to
  My eyes,

  Birds that fly, drift silently on by.


  The waves are a sight, crashing on 
  The beach,

  Who 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,

  Memories of times, all that I did in life, felt from 
  Inside.
        Keith Garrett

                             " OLD MAN"
  Who he was did not matter to me, as each 
  Day I passed his way,                         
 On a porch swing or rocking chair, he would 
  Read or listen to the world.
  I gave hi,m a smile, In which he replied with a 
  Smirk from his face,                          
 "Who are you who sits In the morning sun thinking 
  Thoughts never done"
  "I am a man, but once a child running from sunrise 
  Till dusk, I am a man"                           
  "I've seen the years, and have done many things In 
   My time, Once full of energy"                         
  "Old man" On your porch, Is sitting there all that 
   You do, Tell me your story"                         
   "Are you waiting to die, as each day you grow 
  Weary from nothing at all"
  "You are much younger than I, as there was a day 
   When I too, looked like you"                          
  "What makes you think that I did not dream, that 
  I did not succeed"
  "Who keeps a man company as he rests alone 
  Every day, Who loves you"                         
 "As once there lived for me a love so true, she 
  Went away, Who are you"
  "I am an old man, and for me there was a love 
    Of beauty so fine"                            
   "Today I am loved by those whom will pass me by, 
   Listen and smile"
  "Do you fear that life has not much more time 
   For you, old friend"                         
 "Will you grow tired of quiet nights, with thoughts 
  That never end"
  "Tomorrow, sunrise brings with It a new beginning, 
   Possibilities"                            
  "When I grow tired then sleep visits me, dreams 
  Fill this old man"
  "I am young but not so wise, as I did not understand, 
   Passing by,                          
  "The day will come when I too, will be somewhat 
   Like you"
  "You called me old friend, as just moments ago 
   I was a stranger"                           
 "I did not matter to you, wisdom will grow, but 
  Learn from it"
  "As I pass this way, I will see you In a different way, 
   Fore you do matter"                             
  'You're not just an old man, you have spirit and soul, 
  Old man, mt friend"
                                     Keith Garrett

                LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL


  Some walk in darkness, and that doesn't have 
  To be a blind man,

  What consumes a soul may be of anger, or 
  Unhappiness.

  Sickness in the world, so much is discovered,


  Body or mind, scars of time are worn on the inside.


  We all want what we think is needed,


  There's nothing wrong with living in happiness.


  Material desires, beautiful things to be surrounded 
  With,

  A man or woman works hard for what is earned.


  In the end, just keep a thought that there's no taking 
  It with you,

  As a whole, we are squeezing every bit of energy 
  And life,

  This place we call home is being poisoned in every
  Way.

  Who is in charge of its healing, we are,


  The light at the end of the tunnel is our eternal peace.

      Keith Garrett

                 PAPER AIRPLANES


  Watch them fly, as a child, magic in flight,


  Different sizes, many paper shapes.


  When just a boy, when magic seemed so real,


  In my desk, there were stacks of paper airplanes,


  Colored, and ready for take-off, Imagination of a child.


  They soared to the sky on a breezy, sunfilled, day.


  I remember those times when I would run and play.


  Up on a hill, standing there looking down,


  My airplanes of paper, ready to sail up high.


  Paper airplanes in my time of youth,


  I can almost feel it again, I can see it now.

           Keith Garrett

       THESE DREAMING EYES


  The sun that shines, is seen in the sky,


  The sky, the clouds, are not a surprise.


  We see the wind with a feel, when what is
  Moved is seen,

  All that is seen, is to our eyes a reality.


  These dreaming eyes can see, what is not 
  Yet to be,

  What is a possibility, what may never be, 
  Things I hope will be.

  All that I ever wanted, or want, is dreamed,


  These dreaming eyes seek out, and watch for 
  A better world

  That can be,


  I watch for a better me.

           Keith Garrett

               EXPRESSIONS SPEAK LOUD


  Without words, communication without sound,


  A look from ones' face is all that it takes.


  Eyebrows raised, A sneer or a stare,


  Smiles from those who pass by, a wink from 
  One who dares.
    
 Stick out your tongue, laughter in the air,


  A sigh or tears, many faces of fear.


  A nod from a head, a shake from side to side,


  One who spits, stories from a face.


  Expressions speak loud, a gesture with a finger,


  Body movements of plenty, what are they saying?


  A glare, a frown, words without sound,


  So many ways to understand the crowd.

    Keith Garrett

                   WHEN I'M OLD


  Walking on the beach, young with many dreams,


  Hand in hand, alive at sixteen.


  School dances, a roller rink where we skated,


  At parties we saw each other, a long time ago.


  Showed up at your house, honking a horn,


  A father came to greet me, his hand on the door.


  Just a boy as a young girl were you,


  Some years ago, in a town we both knew.


  More than forty years later, again we walk together,


  We still have our dreama, hand in hand, not sixteen.


  Maybe some aches and pains, scars that remain,


  Your hair changes color, less for me remains.


  We once were children, at times a little childish we 
  Seemed,

  When I'm old, will you still see in me the same?


  Will you walk with me, hand in hand,


  Back on that beach, as the sun slowly sets.

       Keith Garrett

                     SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS


  Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall 
  Aging trees,
  Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

  A different kind of world, quiet, except for 
  The creatures that be,
  A woman so aged, seems that she'd been 
  Here for eternity.
  So far below that which grows, the falling rain 
  Can barely touch,
  In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

  Only sounds of the woods, kept her company,

  In a dark, lost existence, she lived to be so old,

  Not of loneliness.

  Many things did she, to occupy her moments, of 
  A ife meant to be,
  Never a face shown to her, only memories of 
  Childhood dreams.
  She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

  An old, old woman, gone and not missed but
  Who was she?

                          Keith Garrett 

                   IN THE DARK OF NIGHT


   As the moon rises, darkness falls,


   A full moon so bright, what's out there in the dark?


   They awake, Life that wanders after daylight,


   In the hills, among the trees, they can see.


   The wolf howls, its shadow rests in the moonlight,


   Hunger in its thoughts, searches in the dark.


   An owl can fly, it sits in a tree,


   Keeps watch from up high, everywhere nature is alive.


   The Coyote marches on, preying on what is not strong,


   There's a battle for survival, this circle of life.


   In the dark of night, they work until Dawns early light,


   That which hunts, the strong will survive, in the dark 
  Of night.
         Keith Garrett

                       I AM HERE


  I am here, always I am here, though you do not see,


  With you I stay, axxompany you each and every day.


  You go nowhere without me, we are one,


  I feel as you feel, I am here.


  I am here when the day is done,


  I am with you with the rising sun.


  Your pain or sorrow, laughter or happiness,


  It is shared between us, one day we will part.


  I can not be seen, within you I dwell,


  I am who you are, mind, spirit, and soul.

            Keith Garrett