DAYDREAMER

 Forever lost in thought, imagination running wild,


 Always wondering about things that can be, things 
 To see.

 Possibilities are endless in a mind that dreams,                   


 Reality is a constant but a daydreamer can escape


 And see what he wants to be.


 At times a story of fantasy is his dream,


 Knows when to open his eyes.


 Sees what's in front of him,


 Never loses sight of that which can really be.


 A daydreamer takes a break to catch his breath,


 To imagine and understand what is and what is not.


 There is faith and hope in his eyes,


 Nothing so wrong as to dream, to keep one's self alive.

               Keith Garrett

                 DAWN TO DUSK


 I say good night to you, my love and then 
 I dream of you,

 Until another day arrives and life begins anew.

 I say good morning in the dawn and greet you with 
 A smile,
 Too thank you for the many ways you make the world 
 Worthwhile.

 Your ever soft and soothing words that calm my wildest 
 Fears,

 Your fond, forgiving nature when I bring you only tears.


 The happy songs you sing to me with courage in your 
 Heart,

 And your endearing letters when we have to be apart.


 You are my hope and vision and my faithful, guiding light,


 In every bright good morning, love, and every sweet good 
 Night.

              Leon Russell Garrett

                                                 MY FATHER

                                                                                                                   
              " DARKNESS"



                                                                                    
 Beauty exists within it, things we can'not see,



                                                                                  
 It brings to me peace and solitude, I feel at ease.



                                                                               
 The less I see brings me a calmness not felt by day,



                                                                                  
 Darkness can be such a scary place or peaceful.



                                                                                  
 There are those whom must live with darkness,



                                                                                           
 Some are however in a darkened place.



                                                                                 
 Darkness is a friend to others and foe to another,



                                                                                 
 Darkness holds something for each in this world.


                 Keith Garrett

              CAN ANIMALS DO THIS


 This is for the children, a story I tell,

 Listen quietly, can animals do this?

 Did you ever see a duck drive a truck,

 Can a Baboon fly a rocket to the moon.

 Have you ever seen a Giraffe laugh,

 Did you ever watch a lion that was crying.

 Do you suppose a snake would eat a piece of cake,

 Does a mouse eat cheese and live in a house.

 Can a frog sing to a barking dog,

 Does a bird know a word, one that you've heard.

 Can a cat laugh with a bat,

 Did you ever see a moose kicking a goose.

 What if a chimp could fly a blimp,

 Do you think  that a bear can fly through the air.

 Maybe a horse can say of coure, of course,

 Do you think that a cow can go meow.

 Have you ever seen a goat drive a boat,

 What about a sheep that swims so deep.

 Can animals do this, what do you think,

 Off to sleep, time to dream.

                 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

                                                                                                              
              CREATE ME




 Whom shall I be, what kind is thought of in your mind,



 You possess the imagination and wisdom to understand.



 If you were to create me would I be of a good and kind
 Heart,


 Would I care about this world and be of help to a neighbor?



 When you create me will you add compassion and love,



 Will I try and change the world, not be of destruction?



 Create me as a good human being otherwise do not waste 
 Your time,


                                                                                                       
 "Do not create me at all"


                                                                              
    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                     
     CRIMINALS AND TRAITORS



                                                                                    
 Under siege, american soil on foreign ground,



                                                                                 
 They would take over, little regard for human life.



                                                                                     
 Dangerous games and politics from every side,



 Lies are of plenty, faces of deception, who is on 
 Which side.


 The mighty dollar is always on top in these worldly 
 Games,


                                                                                  
 Criminals and traitors sometimes go hand in hand,



                                                                                            
 Our flag was rescued in this foreign land.


                Keith Garrett

                 BEAVER CLEAVER,

          ALL ALONE AT 211 PINE STREET

 It seems like yesterday that we were a family,

 I think of being little, hanging around with Wally.

 My mother, June Cleaver was always around the house,

 Dad, Ward Cleaver worked in an office, home every night.

 We went to school in Mayfield, USA with friends 
 Remembered,
 My friend Whitey has gone away, Mrs. Landers left our 
 Town,
 Mr. and Mrs. Ruthorford have disappeared beyond 
 This place.
 Dad had to leave one day, he didn't come through the 
 Door anymore,
 Eddie and Lumpy left Mayfield a while back, I do 
 Remember,
 Mom was tired from all the years and so she traveled 
 Onward.
 I just got word that my older brother, Wally has just
 moved away,
 I miss my family, It's very quiet now here at our 
 House On Pine street.
 Mom isn't in the kitchen making dinner or asking me 
 How my day was,
 Dad doesn't call me downstairs to lecture me about my 
 Mistakes.
 Wally isn't around calling me a little goof now, so 
 Many memories,
 I am Beaver Cleaver, I am now all alone at 211 Pine 
 Street.
            Keith Garrett

            BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND


 If I could lift both feet at the same time, 
 I'd be up in the air,

 My arms stretched out, flying, flying to anywhere 
 And everywhere.

 Stuck on the ground, confined, trapped as if carrying 
 Heavy chains,

 Sometimes just wanting to take off, fly, fly far away.


 Not only gravity keeps us on the ground where we exist,


 But the taste for life, for the breath, every breath.


 Both feet off the ground to a new adventure in time,


 Away, far away from what hurts a mans heart, yes! this 
 Heart.

 My heart cries for what has been taken away, away from me,


 Both feet on the ground, not so much a good place to be.

                              Keith Garrett

                                                                             
            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