BILLY THE KID


 A story to tell, as on the eve of the civil war 
 There would come to be a birth,
 An Irish neighborhood in New York city, November 
 Twenty third, eighteen fifty nine.
 William Henry McCarty JR. later known as the infamous 
 Outlaw Billy the kid,
 A mother known as Katherine, a father unknown, a little 
 Boy would never know.
 William H. Bonney would one day join the Lincoln  
 County war, life would become short.
 Legend tells that he killed twenty one men, later a folk 
 Hero is told,
 Five foot nine he stood, blue eyes, smooth complexion,  
 sometimes a friendly sort.                    
 Some say he was a neat dresser, liked to sport his 
 Mexican sombrero,
 Billy was skilled with firearms, a cowboy, gambler,  
 Cattle rustler, he was an outlaw.
 Sheriff Pat Garrett would come to hunt him down, Billy 
 Was only a kid, what waited for him.
 He was cornered, shot and killed by a man, a lawman, July 
 Fourteenth, eighteen eighty one.
 He was only twenty one when his life ended, a young man  
 Dies back in a time at Fort Sumner,
 New Mexico, Pat shot him down, He was an outlaw but he 
 Was once a mother's son.
 Rest in peace Billy the kid.

                    Keith Garrett

           I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD


 There was a place, there was a child, was it real, 
 Why was he crying,

 A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, 
 Clowns on a wall.

 Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends, round, and 
 Round they ran,

 A boy named Grover, swingsets and a dream, I walk 
 There it seems.

 A small boy, lonely in his thoughts, a dreamer of things 
 Not to be thought,

 Monsters under the bed, who peeks in the window above 
 His frightened head.

 I dreamed I was a child but who is I be, a fathers son 
 From yesterday,

 A child trapped in a place that does not let go, cartoons, 
 And the sound of planes.

 Reality was but a moment, childhood innocence, and 
 Magic slip away,

 Where were you little girl when my October drifted into 
 Eternity.

 Imagination and icecream trucks playing musical tunes 
 For a dime,

 Warm Summer days lost in a mans' child dreaming eyes.


 It rests in cobwebs, it quietly waits for my return,


 A place hidden from my mind, it watches, it knows what 
 I have seen.

                    Keith Garrett 

                                                                                        
            KEYS TO THE KINGDOM


 For whatever it's worth, you came out on top,


 Power in the hands of the right and wrong is scary.


 You are human but who are you really behind those 
 Eyes,

 Through the years, from any shore, leaders are seen 
 With fear and war.

 Behind guarded doors of a house, Palaces and castles 
 On foreign soil,

 Keys to the Kingdom are held by those with or without 
 Morals.

 There are battles fought to hold onto or gain possession 
 of many keys,

 Keys to secret places, vaults, and of course, keys to
 The end of the world.

 Some keys should be destroyed, taken from them who misuse 
 Keys to the kingdom.
                        Keith Garrett

             WATCHER OF THE SEA


 High above the water, overlooking the ocean,



 Built above the rocks standing tall under the sky.



 With Its' eyes of light so bright watching for those,



 Guiding whom might approach these shores, looking.



 For so many years It sees, watches, and waits,



 As from across the horizon travelers make their way.



 Watcher of the sea, keeping your eye on what Is all 
 Around thee,


 Wheather the light of day or the dark of night, 
 You watch.


 Trusted by many are you, counted on for safety,



 You are the watcher of the sea, lonely as It may be.


                Keith Garrett

                SURROUNDING ME


 I"m here, blind at times to what's around me, waiting 
 For myself to see,

 Sitting here at this moment, quiet with no soul to keep
 Me company.

 Feeling lonely, but as I turn my eyes to this world, 
 Notice do I everything,
 
 There's much life watching me, I never listen but now 
 I can hear.

 As what's surrounding me Is telling me something, It's 
 Talking to me,

 There stands a tree, Its' branches swinging In the wind 
 Like arms.

 Leaves falling to the ground, nature brings It to life as 
 I hear the sound,

 The grass dances as a breeze travels on by singing as It 
 Says goodbye.

 When I sit upon It a feeling It has as also this friend 
 Of Green feels me,

 On a shrub, a bird sits and whistles In the sun,


 Saying hello to It as away In the sky this bird flies.


 There are bees buzzing around flowers of many colors and 
 Fragrances,

 They leave me alone, I'm not alone,


 What I want may not be, a little less lonely with what's 
 Surrounding.

                 Keith Garrett 

                    SUNRISE


 Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,


 Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.


 The fog begins' to lift showing the beauty of God,


 I walk this way with hope by my side.


 Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'


 On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.


 Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,


 Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.


 Everything has changed as the days' seem the same,


 A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.


 My favorite music from the man from Jersey,


 Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


               Keith Garrett  

                  " SHE' S A DREAMER

 She sits' under a clear starry night sky,




 Praying to the night, wishing, just wishing.




 Flowers' all around this beauty of the night,




 Long flowing hair with a body so nice, she.




 She's a dreamer, alone but peaceful, never lonely,




 She's a dreamer, happiness lives within this princess.


              Keith Garrett  

                  HILLS' OF FIRE
                                                                                                                
        Keith Garrett

 Look to the sky, watch as the smoke rises high above,


 Beauty disappears as the heat consumes what was green.


 Ignorance or wind destroys God's masterpiece created,


 A fool is the man who can't see the gift put in front 
 Of him.

 See the hills of fire, watch as the animals run, see their 
 Fear,

 See all that can be seen through eyes of pain, of sorrow.


 Hills of fire burn no more, fire of death be rained down 
 Upon,

 Let life reappear, let the colors so bright be a sight.


 Hills of fire and death, open your eyes, do you see,


 Hills of pain, hills of sorrow, open your eyes, do you 
 See.

 Hills of beauty and laughter, open your eyes, do you 
 See,

 Hills of breath, hills of darkness, open your eyes, do 
 You        See.

 Hills of danger and mistrust, open your eyes, do you
 See,

 The glow in the sky, a scar for all to see. 


 Hills of eternity and life, open your eyes, do you see,


 Hills of slumber, hills of strength, open your eyes, do 
 You see.

Take these hills of fire away, there's a price you pay.        

         DO MY WORDS TELL YOU A STORY?


 Writing my thoughts changes the way in which 
 I speak,

 Thinking about what I write, explaining the
 Way I feel.

 Emotions have many parts created from a lifetime,


 A story I started writing from a time when just
 A small boy.

 I say all kinds of things fore there's much to say,


 Words have become the power that moves me through 
 the day.

 If you listen closely there are messages from my lips,


 Telling you about myself, letting you know who I am.


 Do my words tell you a story or do you not read what 
 Is said?
                 Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
       DID YOU HEAR IT LAST NIGHT?



 I awoke last night to a booming sound, echoing 
 Across the sky,


 Cracking like a whip was it as I lay there listening 
 And wondering.


 Thunder, louder it became, the sound of sparks high 
 In the sky,


 Very unusual as my eyes needed to see what this 
 spectacle could be.


 Nothing could I see except the sounds ringing into 
 The dark night,


 Did you hear it last night? it came out of the sky, 
 I tell you no lies.


 Like heavy footsteps across the clouds, horses galloping
 With no sight,


 What was happening, was it something so real, was it 
 Just I who heard.


 Did you hear it last night, did it bring you fright, 
 Was it from beyond the sky.
                             Keith Garrett