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

                     THERE ONCE LIVED A MAN


  Many lifetimes ago, there lived a youthful man,


  He worked hard, he did all that a man can.


  On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,


  Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.


  A simple man, who worked hard on his land,


  Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.


  He had a wife with a pretty smile, 


  She was there when the day was done,


  As he walked in from the setting sun.


  Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,


  A warm fire and some conversation, till sleep set 
  In their eyes.

  Children were grown, an adventure of their own,


  A mother, a father, in a home now alone.


  There once was a man, who loved all that he had.


                            Keith Garrett 

                 LISTEN TO THE WIND

  The wind has millions of years, of echoing sounds,

  An invisible entity that's been always spinning around.

  What it knows, that which it has seen is unbelievable,

  The wind has whistled through many a war,

  It has touched the falling rain in all places.

  The wind has given power, and force to the sea,

  It will be here when we drift off in heaven to be.

  Listen to the wind, as it speaks from the beginning 
  Of time,

  It knows where it has been, and it will travel into eternity.

                       Keith Garrett

                       WATCH THE WIND   


 The trees dance and sing, they speak, 


  Swaying back and forth, up above.


  Leaves, and many material things are swept


  Away, through the streets,


  See the windows shake to what moves.


  Grass is like a flowing wave,


  There's a presence that moves.


  The sea crashes against the rocks,


  It's a force that drives its course.


  There lies within the eyes, a picture,


  From all that it does, a form exists,


  Watch the wind, see it travel, watch the wind.

          Keith Garrett

                     ON THIS MOUNTAIN


  As a child, he lived here many years before,


  The great depression was not a time of all 
  Pleasant things.

  It was however, a time of childhoods, a sunset 
  For some,

  There was a family of fathers and mothers, sons 
  And daughters.

  A boy he was of seventeen, a dreamer, a writer,


  He had nothing, but he had also, everything.


  On this mountain in Virginia, he was born,


  So many days ago, long gone are they now.


  He wrote his many thoughts, by a lamp in the night,


  Played games with his brothers and sisters.


  This family sat together for dinner each night,


  A lifetime ago, is when this story was told.


  By a boy, who with his family, struggled, but


  Did laugh as they were blessed with much love


  And togetherness,   


  On this mountain, once upon a time.

           Keith Garrett

                         SAIL WITH ME


  Give me this day, this moment In time, 
  Dear friend,

  Come on board, come with me on a
  Magical journey.

  If love Is In your hear, If care Is In your soul, 
  Sweet one,

  Sail away, sail with me across the horizon, 
  Beyond, Far beyond.

  Let the wind carry us, through the morning fog, 
  Into the rising sun,

  Together we watch, as whales and dolphins 
  Sing to all who listen.

  The water rises and falls, as we glide across Gods'
  Playground,

  Come sit close, take hold of this hand, lay your 
  head upon

  My strong shoulder, as my words to you say,
  Let me be your man.

  Sail with me darling, as the sun goes down and 
  The stars awake,

  Dream with me, as we traavel Into the night, 
  Goodnight.

                                   Keith Garrett

                    PAGES


  My life starts' out like a book, not yet a cover,



  Nothing Inside, page one still not printed.



  My story, constantly being written with every
  Breath,


  How many pages there will be, not known till
  The end.


  This title was Imagined before my creation,



  Cover to cover, Is mine to write, as I walk my life.
 


With each turning page, I illustrate my own time,




  The one before this, just a memory In my mind.



  Stay open It does, until my story Is told,



  Until I've been published, this mans' book will 
  Not be closed.

                                  Keith Garrett  

             ON A HORSE, SHE RIDES


  On a horse she rides, this dark haired girl,



  Against the wind, with a smile so bright.



  No worries has she, this angel of the night,



  Two separate souls, sharing this time.



  Happiness shows on her face, as this creature 
  Walks on,


  Just a friend, and a friend, riding along.



  All dressed in black, on a horse she rides,



  With all of her team at her side.



   She Gallops, and trots across the land,



  Just a girl and a horse, they go hand and hand.

                              Keith Garrett

                          A MAN WITH AN AX

  Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, 
  Many types and sizes,

  Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work 
  Must be done.

  A job it is, to chop enough wood, to warm a 
  Home for the Winter,

  Must be done, perhaps no fun, as it is an 
  Accomplishment to be proud.

  Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped 
  and split wood for a fire,

  A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it's 
  Cut, Stronger it grows.

  A man with an ax, gets this job done, he sweats 
  From morning, till the setting sun,

  Swinging an ax, working as the cold moves closer,


  The wood pile will rise higher.


  A man with an ax, is strong and determined,


  He will succeed, because he knows of its need,


  When it's done, a Winter of warmth,


  When the setting sun, he knows the job is done. 

                              Keith Garrett

                    BETWEEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT


  The sun shines bright, it then fades into the 
  Dark of night,

  Just as the heart and soul of a human, crawls 
  From the light into dark.

  To hide from the pain, and sorrow of a tragic day, 
  Hide inside and go away,

  Try and forget in ways, that at the time, seem fine 
  To a broken mind.

  Trauma is a most unpleasant visitor, as it has no 
  Sympathy or kindness,

  Steals from one the smile, and sometimes brings 
  Much fear, forever scars.

  Falling, a deep hole in which a soul believes no escape, 
  Hurting the self, appears the way,

  A path of destruction with no turning back, but wait! 
  there is surely a chance.

  You found your way lost, between darkness and light, 
  You must fight to make it back,

  Something has happened that ripped you apart, not fair, 
  But was it God's will?

  He knew you would fall, your test would be to find your 
  Way back from the darkness,

  You climbed out of that hole, and with his hand, you also 
  Found your way back to the light.

  Today holds a piece of yesterday, forever a thought, life 
  Does move ahead,  another day.
                            Keith Garrett