GLOVES ON HIS HANDS


 He trains on his own, a hard and painful, 
 Lonely, road,

 Up with the sun, a day that's never done.


 A boxing man, at times, beaten and battered,


 Win or lose, he'll give it all that he can.


 Blood is hs sacrifice, swollen knuckles, and hands,


 Stands and faces the enemy, twelve rounds if he can.


 Knocked to the canvas, back on his feet is this man,


 Eyes that are half closed, strength of a warrior.


 This chosen life, a courageous man with gloves on his
 Hands,

 A champion, a winner no matter the outcome.

                             Keith Garrett

                                                                                   
          BEGINNING TO AN END    


 I had walked the streets in a certain town,    


 For so many years, familiar faces and sounds.    


 Everything I did, all that I knew very comfortable, 


 It was my home but now it has gone and ended indeed.


 Once again in life this is my new beginning, strange 
 It is,

 I feel lost, a strange place with faces unknown to me.


 Street names are just that, only names but not 
 Recognized,

 Strangers are only people who have not yet become 
 Friends.

 My new home has neighbors who have not yet become known,


 Street names I will memorize so I will not get lost and 
 All alone.

 I like my new yard, yesterday has made many a change,


 I now have a spot where I can be alone, I hide from the 
 Insane.

 There is life that traveled with me, some that I have 
 Left behind,

 I swim in a pool, this is my new day, I heard some new 
 Voices, walk a new way.

 I'm an inch away from heaven, a lifetime from where I 
 Belong,

 I can hear my father calling me, In my head there is 
 Always a song.

 Beginning to an end, the world is for us not to really 
 Understand,

 I am here where I am, this is my new beginning, I am 
 Where I stand.
                 Keith Garrett

                                                                           
       BENEATH THE AUTUMN SKY


 From up so high life goes on down below, this is so,


 It is seen from above, from the heaven where we are 
 To go.

 Beneath the Autumn sky everything lives and has its time,


 There's a cycle of life, all things rotating as if it 
 Was a dance.

 Watch as the leaves disappear from the trees, falling 
 Together,

 They vanish, crumble and blow away with the wind always.


 Beneath the Autumn sky there are colors of orange, yellow, 
 And red,

 Shades of beauty that are here for a Fall season, they 
 Soon slip away.

 A cool breeze in the air, animals collecting food for a 
 Winter cold,

 Beneath the Autumn sky there is life moving as all things 
 Must die.
              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

                FROM THEIR HEARTS'

                    CRY SONGS'


 Listen to the sound, close your eyes and feel 
 What it is that they speak,

 Poetry cries out from these two hearts' of musical 
 Inspiration.

 They sing of dreams', possibilities of love, and 
 Sadness around,

 Separate thoughts', voices known well together or 
 Apart are these men of Imagination.


 With so much emotion, out from his soul come words' 
 Of hope,

 Art Garfunkel stands' a dreamer In a not so perfect 
 World.

 This mans' guitar tells' tales In magical tunes of 
 Rhythm,

 Paul Simon Is a thinker of the wonders' that life 
 Holds for mankind.

             Keith Garrett                        

                     A POEM TODAY


 Thoughts, many sights from my mind, visions 
 From the past,

 Dreams about tomorrow, what may be, a poem today.


 To write is a beautiful thing, whatever you want 
 It to be,

 Change the world with a stroke of a pen, fact or 
 Fantasy begins.

 Share with those whom do write and dream, those 
 Who do see,

 Share our stories together as we travel the world    
 And universe.

 We have the ability to take ourselves and others 
 Away to unusual places,

 A poem today about the love between two, the sun 
 And moon.

 Hopes and dreams, struggles and pain of life, what 
 Keeps us strong,

 A poem today that puts a smile on a face, comfort and 
 Strength for a moment.
                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
           A PAGE MISSING


 A life I find not finished yet quite incomplete,



 There's a page missing, something not found,



 Writing about my time,  a piece not described.



 Talks with children unsettled, much more be said,



 Differences between a father and daughter are unsaid.



 A shock to my head, an accident did take fro me,



 A page missing, what for me is still unwritten.

                  Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
          A PICTURE OF YOU


 Plenty of times I saw you, watched as you changed,


 A portrait of a baby, many years ago as time has 
 Aged it,

 As a child, you appeared a certain way, young at play.


 From twelve to seventeen, a face that went different
 Ways,

 Twenty was a special year, your first child, a boy 
 Mamed Gary.

 Seven children as the years went by, your picture 
 Changed,

 Beyond eighteen or twenty five, seasons changed in 
 Your eyes.

 Mom! I miss you, I think I can hear you when I sleep 
 In the night,

 A picture of you rests in my sight, a picture of you 
 In a book that I write.

                     Keith Garrett

                  "FOREVER"


 Above from the wide open sky the sun shines 
 Ever so bright,
 Will It warm our world always or one day say 
 A farewell.
 What If the wind that we can'not see goes away,

 Will It again blow across the hills and make the 
 Trees sway.
 The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,

 Watching, always watching but for how long will It
 Rise.
 The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that 
 Drift on by,
 Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst so as 
 Not to die.
 See the animals run through the woods and across 
 The plains,
 Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.

 We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our 
 Hearts,
 Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.

 There are things that may be never, things never lost,

 Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.


                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