A DAY IN THE GARDENS'


  On a cool, beautiful, sunny day,
  Just a few clouds' passing, In this colorful place.



 Through paths' of grass, walked as we did,
  My girl and I, admired blooming roses of fragrance 
  That we passed.


  Many colors' of flowers' and shrubs',
  Caught our eyes as we strolled In the breeze and sun.



  Trees of beauty, swayed In the wind,
  And splashing fountains,' sang Into our ears'.



 A small waterfal,l spilling Into a pond,
 As we walked across a small bridge, hand In hand.



  In the trees, birds' were singing to the world,
  As we passed a lovely small cottage, once In a dream.



  Heard did we, a small train In the distance,
  As we looked In wonder, at all living things' In our day.


                                       Keith Garrett  

                          A  LONER OF A MAN


  He saw the sun, but when the sun went down,


  He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


  Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains 
  Said he,

  I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


  A long time ago, this man not many would know,


  As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they
  Would not forget.
   A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
  Inherited family,

  Because he did help another kind, they took from 
  Him the love in his life.

  He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again, 
  only pain and despair,

  A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
   Eternity
                                        Keith Garrett

                                 A BEGGER, A THIEF


  He wanders the streets, a taste for food, a thirst 
  For drink,

  Cold to the bones, waiting for a warm place to sleep.

 Asking for that which comforts his pain,


  Pride and self respect are put aside.


  A human being, a man with a story,


  A begger today without any glory.


  Taking what he wants, no morals or remorse,


  Criminal thought's, a good man not.


  Working for nothing, he does not care,


  He steals anything, he has no heart.


  A thief many times over, a quitter of sorts,


  A begger, a thief, so many differences of course.


                           Keith Garrett 

                               WHEN THE CLOCK STOPS


  It measures our time, an hourglass in our mind,



  All are not equal, not the same amount of sand.



  A timepiece which shows our days, hour by hour,



  With the sun, we plan our existence minute by minute.



  Everything is measured from the creation of time,



  When the clock stops, we drift into a consciousness of 


  another kind.


                                    Keith Garrett

                                    UNSEEN


  I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




  In the morning a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




  I've been known to whisper, or at times a scream,




  I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from a dream.




  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                               Keith Garrett

                              TRIALS' OF A MAN


  Once a child, a small boy from many seasons' past,


  In this time and place, destined to be a man.


  Through many battles, I've had to persevere,


  Like heading Into a strong neverending wind.


  I'm learning to move away from the confrontation,


  Choosing a new direction, energy not wasted.


  Struggling to do everything right as I walk forward,


  Positive lessons' to take ahead, I've learned from my past.


  At one time I put away my faith, put It high on a shelf,


  Keep living, keep moving along, and try always.


   I've had losses, and love lost, but this won't end me,


  In this, things gained simultaneously.


  I still seek some of what's been lost, still within reach,


  Some gone forever, forever a memory.


                               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 
  The wind.

                                  Keith Garrett

                           WOUNDS OF TIME


  Innocence and pure, the new born child,


  Day by day, what's taught and learned.


 With an eye, that which is witnessed,


 An ear, sounds of many spoken thoughts.


  Physical pain, hurtful words that disable and 
  Change,
  
  Corruption and crime, nightmares of life that 
  Torment the mind.

  Like scars, lessons that make us strong,


  Wounds of time, sometimes alter a clean mind.


  Can't is only a word, failure learned from weakness,


  Our minds and bodies see battles over time,


  Learn from them, survive, unkind are wounds of time.


                                   Keith Garrett

                        FLIGHT OF A DRAGON


  With speed like the wind, to the sky it soars,


  So massive this beast, listen to the sound as it roars.


  Legend or myth, this monster of fire,


 Just the sight of it is hard not to admire.


  Of long ago, these stories are told,


  FLIGHT OF A DRAGON, in a time of old.


  Where did they come from,? these creatures so wild,


  Born down below or in the mind of a child.


  Sometimes in your thoughts, look up in the air,


  Flight of a dragon, maybe still there.


                                              Keith Garrett  

                    FOR THIS RANCH, WILL YOU DIE?


 This place of beauty has stood here for generations,


  Built by a great, great, Grandfather a long time ago.


  Times have changed, in this world around a ranch,


 The fight to keep what is yours has been since time 
  Began.

  You battle, climb the hill with sweat and tears, for 
  This ranch,

  Family before you have sacrificed in ways you can't 
  Understand,

  What does your heritage mean to you, will you die if they 
  Try to take your home?


  For this ranch, will you die, will you shed a tear for those 
  Who bled before your time?
                         Keith Garrett