FROM MY OWN EYES'


  There are many things' that I can see,
  The blue sky above and the light that the sun 
  Brings,




  I see those who wander all around,
  They have no home, they don't make a sound.





  I see those whom are only concerned with their own,
 They have not a care for others' around.






  The trees that I see move from the wind passing through,
   I see the birds' fly fore this they can do.






  What Is It I see when I'm looking at you,
   Is my future still to come, for us things' we may do.


                                           Keith Garrett 

                                 A PIECE OF YOUR LIFE


  Amesbury, Massachusetts, a time long ago,


  You were once so full of life, a young woman 
  With dreams.

  Seasons of four, between  warm Summer months 
  And the snow,

  Your lovely smile, energy as only a young person 
  Would know.

  A time before there were no children, a teen of 
  the fifties,
  Rock N' roll, Chuck Berry and Elvis, drive-in movies, 
  A toung love.

  Who watched you run under the Summer sun, with 
  Whom did you run,

  What was it like to be only seventeen, dancing 
  Within a dream.

  Out on a Saturday night, convertible cars, a hamburger 
  Under the stars,
  Did the boys chase you as you would run with such a
  Giggle, was this you?

  Your name was Barbara Jean, friends and high school 
  Back in the fifties,

  A piece of your life, before you became a mother and 
   A wife, your life.
                                 Keith Garrett

                              MYSTERY OF HER SONG

You're so vain.                Keith Garrett

                                        A CLOUD CHOSEN


  I travel along across the sky floating weightless,


  Down below there is you, recognize I do.


  Feel the wind blow through your hair, I am there,


  Call on me if ever you need from me anything.


  I rest on my cloud looking down on where I 
  Once stood,

  In your yard watching the birds fly in the sky.


 There are many clouds throughout time never 
  Ending,

  But it's this cloud, a cloud chosen for myself.


  A place to be alone, a place where dreams are real,


  The sun shines upon me, its warmth I feel, I can see


  Myself smile in the light.


  A friend that's true would do for another anything,


  If ever you need I will jump down off my cloud to be.

                                         Keith Garrett

                               STORIES ARE TOLD


  Traditions of story telling from thousands of years,


  Around campfires and in homes in times of old.


  Thought up from Imaginations or a small tale that 
  Grows,

  Fables told by a Grandfather to a child in countries 
  Of old.

  A bedtime adventure from a book to send you off to 
  Dream,

  Around the world many have listened, stories across 
  the sea.

  Stories are told that touch ones soul," listen child" they 
  Never grow too old,

  Generation to Generation, within cultures of different 
  Beliefs,  A tale that speaks
                                   Keith Garrett

        WHAT I SAW IN MY YORBA LINDA HOME


  Remembering being a boy in our home, a story to tell,


  Between nineteen seventy two and nineteen seventy seven.


  I saw our house as it was being built, met some neighbors 
  that year,

  We  moved in early May, Starting school was hard so late   
  As it was.

  We were having our pool put in that Summer, I remember                        
  The heat,

  Those were the days of Saturday morning cartoons, 
  Worries so few.

  The Buggs bunny roadrunner hour, our new home was  
  So cool.

  The TV guide, late night classic movies, were a Summer    
  Delight.

  Seasons in the sun, Music of the seventies, my friends  
  And All of the fun,

  Sunday morning watching Wonderama, swimming in our  
  Pool.

  Weekends and Summers, nine children on the loose. 


  I remember Mannix, Hawaii five o', the Sunday night 
  Mysteries,

  Reading mad magazines on the porch,  a coke in the       
  Hot sun.

  On the phone with friends, the early seventies were a  
  Great Time.

  Musical sounds that said the Icecream man was coming,
  I Remember.

  Fourth of July, Fireworks that lit up the night, what a 
  Sight Back in time.

  My Yorba Linda home, back in nineteen seventy two, I 
  remember you.
          Keith Garrett

                          WHAT DOES THE SKY SEE


  From up so high looking down upon,



  Does the sky see me as I look back.



 On the hills' the wind blows' through the trees, 
  And swims Does the ocean


  Is this what the sky sees If only It had eyes.



  Can It see the birds' fly,



  Or the squirrels' climb the trees In the morning 
  Light.


  What does the sky see,



  Possibly only what your Imagination dreams'.


                         Keith Garrett 

                          TREASURES OF THE LORD

  Into the darkness I stepped, wandering down a road,

  Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my 
  Soul.
  Alone I've stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the
  Mountain,
  There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what Is 
  Humanity.
  Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and non 
  believing,
  Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a 
  Blind man.
  I've opened these eyes and learned to see his 
  Masterpiece,
  The hills that are alive that rest beneath God's wide 
  Open sky.
  The wind that sings as It blows through the ever so 
  High trees,
  Rain that falls below Is a gift to us so that we may 
  Watch life grow.
  From the sea, to all that we need to be, Is for us 
  Because he,
  Only he had a thought, the power to Imagine that 
  Which we see.
  Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from 
  Heaven,
  Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him 
  Belongs not.
  Every time I open my eyes the treasures of the lord are 
  Seen,
  These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.

                                 Keith Garrett

                         THESE THINGS' I DREAM


  Within myself, thinking of  a place In another reality,




  What lies around me may be a different consciousness.




  This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, floating,




  I see a world like never have I Imagined before, I see.




  Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past or 
  Future,



  These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.


                                           Keith Garrett                

                                  PLAYGROUND

                                    IN MY MIND


  There are times I like to escape from here,


  Away from all this mess handed out from life.


 Through my dreams' and Imagination there's 
  A place to go,

  A fantasy created by myself that only I hold.


  Come with me on a journey Inside,


  To my playground built for me, a place I can hide.


  In my mind I keep out that of which I choose,


  Letting In only wishes of my perfect reality.


  There's a land of which I've come to find,


   It's a secret place, a playground In my mind.


                                Keith Garrett