WHEN DADDY CAME TO TAKE YOU HOME


  From heaven, you noticed that something was wrong,



  A journey to meet you, singing a beautiful, Elvis song.



  Your little girl's life has ended, on a quiet, January day,



  Down on earth you come, take your daughter's hand 
  And travel away.


 You now walk together across that beautiful Graceland 
  Lawn,


  Now together again, Lisa Marie, riding on your daddy's 
  Shoulders, high upon.


  When daddy came to take you home,  it was so you would 
  Forever be okay,



  Ride the wind, fly away, to an eternal, heavenly place of 
  Play.
          Keith Garrett

                            IN A WESTERN TOWN

  Walk these streets, sidewalks of wood,


  Where men wear boots, hats, and guns.


  Women wear dresses of an earlier time,


  Some of morals, others work men for a dime.


  A sheriff, a deputy, to keep peace and order,


  Jail is for those who can't follow the law.


  A school house, a church, places of good,


  Children learn lessons, a house of god.


  A saloon is a place of drink and games,


  A piano heard, upstairs, women of the night.


  In a western town there are many things,


  A stable for horses, a gunfight to end one's day,


  Once upon a time in a western town.

                          Keith Garrett

                                  TRAIN RIDE

  Awaiting Its' arrival, as here It comes to take 
  Me away,

  Sounds like thunder, rumbling down the track, 
  Whistling.
 
  Puffing black smoke up Into the air, Its' headlight
  Shining,

  This monster of steel Is here, time for me to climb 
  Aboard.

  Listen to the hissing from this steam engine, hear It,


  Take off heading through the hills' with much to see.


  From out of the window, stare do I as we pass through,


  Darkness from within a mountain, carved out a passage.


  Tons of rock and dirt hanging above us as we travel,


  Moving through this tunnel Into the light, sun going 
  Down.

  I listen to the sound of the power of this traveling train,


  Out of the window Is a clear sky, as the light from the 
  Full moon

  Shines down, guiding our way across the land.


                                           Keith Garrett 

                               TO CATCH THE WIND

  Out there, free In the early morning light from 
  The sky,

  A shadowy figure stands motionless, as the wind 
  Blows across the land.

  Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
  Spirit,

  It raises Its' head to the rising sun.


  Miles and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


  This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


  This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation from 
  Heaven,

  With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


  Such a gentle friend, which stands up tall,


  Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run, to catch 
  Tge wind.

                            Keith Garrett

                          STRENGTH AND POWER


  With so much force and power am I,


  Formed In the beginning, only time knows 
  Just why.

  I travel and move up and down,


  Over and under, my crash forms a sound.


   All that lives here answers to me,


  These creatures are many, on land they're not 
  To be.

  I move along across the sand,


  Sometimes I'm sitting calm, other times, high 
  I'll stand.

  Everywhere Is seen by me, 


  I've visited far off places just like thee.


  Throughout time many have sailed across my 
  Path,

  At times kind I am to them but so many have 
  Felt my wrath,
 
 I am strength and power, I am the ocean.


                                             Keith Garrett 

                     STRENGTH AND COURAGE


  A Navy man, a man who loves the beauty of life,




  Always on the move as an eagle In flight, seeking.




  Smile does he every newborn day, strength lives,




  With the courage to soar like this creature of the sky.




  Like the eagle appreciating every days' breath given,




  He Is strong, this man of such amazing character, 
  Courageous.



  Soar In the sky every day of your life fore you are 
  The eagle,



  You are strength and courage, you do not surrender.


                                        Keith Garrett                   

                          THY HEALING BREATH


  With a heart so pure, filled with love, he does heal,


  Pain and suffering taken away, a gift given, a miracle.


  With energy so strong, and a powerful feeling for life,


  From within his being, coming out Is a healing touch.


  The hurt and agony Is felt by this man In his heart 
  And mind,

  This misery and fear, he'll take from you Into his own 
  Body.

  With his breath he'll Inhale the sadness and death 
  From you and blow out

  The cancer and ugliness of the world, he'll exhale 
  
  And blow out
                                          
  Into the wind, away from the good that lies within.


 Thought to be bad, but In reality a good man judged 
  Badly,

  Who he Is, you could not understand, thy healing breath

   Lies In this man.

                                       Keith Garrett  

                        "I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD"


  There was a place, there was a child, was It real, 
  Why was he crying,

  A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter 
  Lived, clowns on a wall.

  Duck, duck goose and a circle of friends,' round 
  And round they ran,

  A boy named grover, swingsets and a dream, I 
  Walk there it seems.

  A small boy, lonely In his thoughts, a dreamer of 
  Things not to be thought,

  Monsters under the bed, who peeks In his window, 
  Above his frightened head.

  I dreamed I was a child but who Is It to be, a fathers' 
  Son from yesterday,

  A child trapped In a place that does not let go, cartoons 
  And sounds of planes.

  Reality was but a moment, childhood Innocence and 
  Magic slips away,

  Where were you little girl when my October drifted 
  Into eternity.

  Imagination and Icecream trucks, playing musical 
  Tunes for a dime,

  Warm Summer days, lost In a mans' child dreaming 
  Eyes.

  It rests In cobwebs, It quietly waits for my return,


  A place hidden from my mind, It watches, It knows 
  What I have seen.
                                            Keith Garrett 

              MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN


  About a land so far across the sea, stories of
  Knights from days lost,
  Castles of stone, standing through centuries of 
  Tales told, those who know.
  Kings and Queens, ever since this Island was 
  Discovered back in a dream.
  Magical wizards are fables of men, said to them 
  As a child long ago,
  Those dressed in armor, a King by the name of 
  Arthur, and a sword.
  A legendary table of round, sat Knights so long 
  Ago on shores unseen,
  Princes and Princesses, dancing at parties of 
  Royalty, in a far off land.
  Commom men and women lived together, and 
  Begged for food  a hand.
  Along the river, lakes of swans, gliding across 
  The mirrored glass,                           
   Over the hills, where the whispering winds 
  Watch the grass dance.
   In the English night sky, through the known 
  Expected fog of the land,
  A rising moon, shines its glowing light upon 
  The trees, upon these shores.
  Seasons of many centuries, witnessed by a people, 
  with voices of sound.
  Sir Lancelot dressed for battle, riding high upon a 
  Dark horse, into forever.
  Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings 
  Spread  soaring,
  Breath of fire it is told they possess, demons 
  Brought to life in a dream.
  Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of 
  Heroes wander in mist,
  Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung in 
  Green meadows.
  A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.

                                   Keith Garrett

                                           A MYSTERY


  Something not discovered, a story that grows,



  That which can not be figured out, a mystery.



  Who did it, or how did it happen is a question,



  Responsibility for a disappearance or crime.



  Aliens are around us constantly, keep searching,



  A mystery it is about Jack the Ripper, who was Jack?



  Things exaggerated from the human mind, folklore,



  A mystery grows with time, a mystery created with time.

                                                 Keith Garrett