" LEAVING IT ALL BEHIND"


  I stop where I'm standing, looking around,



   What Is this madness born to us all.



   Leaving my work, my home, and the things known 
  To me,


  Go away to a place up high, way back In the hills'.



  There are no people of judgement to listen too,



  The loud sounds' of tragedy lost In my travel.



  There Is no anger or the struggle to survive,



   Out here, only nature to hear me cry.



   Leaving It all behind,



  The life that was once mine.


                           Keith Garrett  

                     IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON


  From up so high, beyond what Is sky, what I might
  See,

  Below, motionless oceans, a creation of what was 
  Dreamed.

  The universe from all around, before these amazed eyes,


  From where I stand, the earth could sit In my hand, 
  Visualize.

  If I could stand on the moon, then the stars I might touch,


  A comet speeding on by, a ride on It, perhaps In my mind.


  Darkness stays here with me, as I am In a far off land,


  What lives up here all dances In rhythm, like a quiet song.


  Run I could not, but float like a balloon would be this man,


  If I could stand on the moon, then I would be on top of the 
  World.


                                          Keith Garrett

               "TRYING TO FIGURE OUT YESTERDAY"


  To live In the moment, that's what we do as 
  We take hold of today,

  The past Is nomore real, a memory, pictures In 
  An album to recall.

  The things' we've lost and discovered In yesterday,
  Remain with us,

  Wanting Is a feeling, an emotion of this, our 
  Human nature.

  What do we have today that we did not have 
  Yesterday,

  A little more and a little less fore to figure out, don't 
  Know why.

  A waste of time trying to understand what's been 
  Taken from a hand,

  Nothing to be gained, only loss, precious time 
  Lost in thought.

  So to the future we walk, with arms' opened wide,
  What's in sight,

  To yesterday a goodbye, as we no longer try 
  Changing the story,

  Trying to figure out yesterday, when life leads us 
  The rest of the way.

                               Keith Garrett

                                       I'M HEADING DOWN THE ROAD!


  I get dressed In the morning and pack my bags,'

  Open the window to look outside, the rain Is nomore.

  Through the clouds' appear a ray of light, just a little,

  Wind blowing strong enough to close an open door.

  A cup of coffee to get me going, breakfast really fast,

  With my things' In my hands, I head for the car, moving 
  Along.
  Saying goodbye, leaving this place, I'm going away today,

  Nothing left In this town for a poor, lonely man, I'm 
  Walking away.
  I'm heading down the road to a place I don't know, Into 
  The sun,
  Along the way, to me many things' of sight, driving night 
  By night.
  What's been left behind, lives now only In a poor mans' 
  Mind,
   I'll be doing fine, I'll be doing fine, I'm heading down 
  The road,
   I'm heading down the line.

  I'm heading down the road, I'll be searching for you,
  Moving along,
  I'm heading down the road, I'm coming for you, I'm 
  Coming.
                                   Keith Garrett

                              IF NO SIGHT HAD I


   Suddenly, so suddenly, my eyes, they could no
  Longer see,

  Where did everything go, what am I to become, 
  I'm blind.

  Darkness, only darkness can be my world now, 
  To be afraid,

  Never again, a sunny day, the night visits' me 
  Repeatedly.

  If no sight had I, there would be many new 
  Thoughts and adventures,

  The wind I would hear as I did before, my 
  Imagination would create

  Pictured scenes of what It was doing.


  Music would still be heard, although my mind 
  Could see the story

  A song might tell with Its' words.


  A television show now only to be heard, no picture 
  Book to go with,

  A kiss could still be placed upon her lips', no sight 
  Or sound do I need.

  Feelings' here are what will be needed, and a little 
  Sense of touch,

  If no sight had I, life would be just fine.


                         Keith Garrett 

                       CAN ANIMALS DO THIS


  This is for the children, a story I tell,

   Listen quietly, can animals do this?

  Did you ever see a duck, drive a truck,

   Can a Baboon fly a rocket to the moon.

   Have you ever seen a Giraffe laugh,

  Did you ever watch a lion that was crying.

  Do you suppose a snake would eat a piece of cake,

  Does a mouse eat cheese and live in a house.

  Can a frog sing to a barking dog,

  Does a bird know a word, one that you've heard.

  Can a cat laugh with a bat,

  Did you ever see a moose kicking a goose.

  What if a chimp could fly a blimp,

  Do you think  that a bear can fly through the air.

   Maybe a horse can say, of coure, of course,

   Do you think that a cow can go meow.

   Have you ever seen a goat drive a boat,

  What about a sheep that swims so deep.

   Can animals do this, what do you think,

   Off to sleep, time to dream.

                                 Keith Garrett     

                                     CANDLES IN THE SKY


  They've rested high, forever in the darkened sky,



   Seen in the night, billions float beyond our seeing eyes.



  Light up the night they do, a wick lit by fire, not needed 
  To glow,


  Bright Is the way If not Clouded by what may come this way.



  Candles In the night, not made of wax, so they forever 
  Burn in our sight,


  Quiet In the dark, By morning's light, there Is not until night, 
  Another spark.


  Hot Is the wax that melts, the light In the sky has not yet died,



  Candles In the night, shine still bright, what dims, what does die?


                                                  Keith Garrett

                         BEFORE YOUR SOUL



  Where are you before you are you,



   Billions of years, molecules exploding in time.



   Born to this world, millions of years before,



   A man, you don't speak in words, but a screech.



   Your first thoughts are of survival, food and water,



   Your mind and body are most unusual, not of today.



   Fire has not been learned, day and night, sun and rain,



   These are to you, a mystery, so much you will learn,



  Before your soul was created, a man you are related.

                                             Keith Garrett

                                  A WHISPER


  A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,


  Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.


  The sun rises, day breaks, slowly,


  Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper's.


  The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,


  Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.


  A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,


  Like a whisper, Is breath not seen but heard.


  A whisper Is love, slightly heard but understood,


  A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.


                                 Keith Garrett

                              A BASEBALL DREAM    



   On a farm he grew up, the early days of the game,   



  A bat of his own, was made from a tree that stood alone.    



   He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,



   Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.



   Disappeared without a trace, until he arrived on a day,



   His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last chance.



   For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,



   A baseball dream before he faded into the night.


                                          Keith Garrett