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

                             AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER



  They think they're almighty, the top is not kind,


  A chain of command they preach, it is a fool who 
  Is blind.
  They do not listen, but they hear what you say,


  See only what they want, negative all the way.


  Ask for a raise, they'll see what they can do,


  Sorry not right now, you're the first on the list.


  Numbers and robots, w-2 with a name,


  If for any reason you don't like it then please go away.


  There's much for you to do, it's your job anyway,


  We did not invite you here, sorry you don't like the pay.


   More responsibility, just do what we say,


  A dime a dozen, you're replaceable anyway.


                                  Keith Garrett

                            AND THEN THERE WERE NONE



  A fight for survival, man's quest for power to rule,



   Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.



   Inventors of destruction, builders of a  force,



  The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.



  Which side are we on, who is on our side,



   Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die?



  And then there were none, not much left to say,



  Put the bombs away, we may have another day.


                                Keith Garrett

                                  ALL IN A DREAM


  They call me old Dan tucker, jack of all trades,

  There's a lot of love of the common people, we are 
  Alive.
  I didn't see the light of day for a while, as I was 
  Shackled and drawn,
  This depression was getting to me, as each day was a 
  Lonesome day.
  Life itself is a blessing, but I need something to lift
  Me up,
   My family is missing, and my hometown burned to 
  The ground.
  I told my wife just recently, O' Mary don't you weep,

  We shall overcome, we'll find our paradise.

  With a wizards magic, we left this horrible Kingdom 
  Of days,
  We wouldn't be the last to die, as we were sent through 
  Time into the future.
   We found our lucky town, now my Oklahoma home,

  I'm going down to a place called the pony boy, that's 
  Open all night.
   It'll be a long walk home, but i'm on fire with energy,

  With this little light of mine, I walked in the dark.

  I went in places to drink, one called i'm a rocker,

  Jacob's ladder, and ramrod.

  I met someone who said, she was the queen of the 
  supermarket,
  Strange, as it was all in a dream.

                                     Keith Garrett

                      A DAY WITHOUT SYMPATHY
  I awoke in the morning, I fell out of bed,

  A bad headache, but no aspirin for my head.

  I went for a cup of coffee, but only an empty jar,

  Maybe some toast, but the butter was at the store.

  I went to get the paper, in a puddle of mud,

  The dog chewed up my shoes, what am I to do.

  Got dressed and headed for the car, off to work I'll go,

  The car wasn't there, stolen wouldn't you know.

  Went to call the police, locked myself out of the house,

  Headed for the bus stop, watched the bus drive on by.

  I flagged down a cab, please get me to work,

  No wallet in my pocket, I gave him my watch.

  I walked through the door, fearing I was so late,

  This is your day off, you don't work today.

  No way home, so I put out my thumb,

  No one would stop, I walked all the way.

  I had not a key, Oh! what a day,

  I broke the window, the door was open all the way.

  My T.V. was gone, the phone did not work,

   Nothing to eat, time for some sleep.

   I went to my room, the bed was gone,

  A day without sympathy, on the floor I did lay.


                       Keith Garrett

                                            YOU WERE MOM


  I can't quite remember when I first opened my eyes,


  From that moment you were always by my side, mother 
  Of mine.

  You held me when I was hungry, fed me as I drifted 
  Back to sleep,

  Made me feel secure, washed me and made sure I was 
  Always clean.

  When I woke from a scary dream, it was you who took 
  Away my fearful screams,

  You were there when I was down, near and always around, 
  You were mom.

  You taught me about the things that I should know, about 
  The world as I would grow,

  You were a friend, companion, but most of all, you were 
  My mother, you were mom.

  Memories I will never forget, I would trade them all for one
   More day, you went away,

  I will see you again in a different kind of land, you were mom, 
  Thanks for all that you were.
   Happy Mother's Day, in heaven, you rest.  

                                  Keith

                            ABOVE THE WAVE


  Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, It rolls In,


  They all come to watch, they come to ride the wild surf.


  For the true surfer, It comes from within, at one with 
  The wave,

  Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide across 
  The water.

  From Australia, the split, surfers' paradise, they battle the 
  Rolling storm,

  To Hawaii, waimea Bay, North Shore, Pipeline, or Hanalei Bay, 
  The wave.

  Above the wave where dreams' are made, surf the open 
  Waterway,

  Around the world, beyond the shores of Peru to New Zealand,
  Ride.

  Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,


  Touch the water, and listen to the sound of the crashing waves.


                                        Keith Garrett

                                 1943 NICKEL


  A nickel I came upon, old is its age,


  Dirty and worn, 1943 had a name.


  When it was made, which first pocket did hold,


  A celebrity of movies, or a farmer tired at night.


  Could it have been the great Joe Dimaggio, 


  As time went by, possibly a singer or olympian.


  A little boy had a nickel in his pocket, grew did he,


  A famous writer he became, a 1943 nickel, where 
  Could it be?

  Beyond seventy years, this silver looking coin has 
  Traveled,

  Today it rests with me, who held onto it in 1943?

      Keith Garrett

                             ACROSS THE DESERT, I TRAVEL


  My  challenge this day, a trek across the always 
  dangerous desert,

  Pack my things, just myself and a backpack, complete 
  With all I need.

  Dressed In jeans, hiking boots, long sleeved shirt, and hat, 
  I am ready,

  Early morning, as the rising sun stares down upon me, 
  Time to move.

  Such a feeling, to seem alone In the world, step by step 
  Through the quiet

  Morning, while nature does Its own thing, I am watched 
  As I walk.

  Across the desert I travel, with a breeze swirling around 
  What surrounds,

  The heat of the day has not yet arrived, as I continue my 
  Quest through the desert land.

  So much beautiful and unusual plant life, animals seen 
  From a distance,

  The sun Is moving, day Is disappearing, with shadows 
  Forming upon this land.

  I'll soon make camp with the animals of the night, a fire 
  so bright,  warm with light,

  When the morning comes, then I will continue my journey
  Until I am done,

  Across the desert I travel.


                                                       Keith Garrett 

                          ABOUT THIS PICTURE


  This is what you see, a man standing there,





  With a microphone in his hand, singing out celtic songs.





   Dressed partly in green with expression and thought,





   Bruce Springsteen is his name, many things he's about.





  There's emotion that comes from a musical spirit,





   Look at his face, what do you see?


                                        Keith Garrett