BABOON


 Baboon, poor baboon, why are you the brunt of 
 everyone's jokes,


 "You're acting like a bunch of baboons"  says the 
 Teacher to her students.


 "Quit jumping around like  a baboon"  were you 
 Born in a zoo,


 saw someone today, he was as ugly as a Baboon, 
 What a face.


 "You need to see a dentist" " you have teeth like 
 A baboon"


 Some people laugh with the sound of a Baboon, poor 
 Baboon.


 They are made fun of, they appear to be something 
 So bad,


 Perhaps misunderstood, in the jungle not so sad, 
 Maybe glad.
                     Keith Garrett

                 THE PIED PIPER


 Within the hills one day, It was that I did hear 
 The piper play,


 Hiding in the grass so deep, witnessed did I magic 
 We would need.


 Music of the piper echoed within ears that could 
 Not hear,


 People from a town called Hamelin had so much to fear.



 This piper, dressed in colorful attire, robe and hat, 
 A musical pipe,


 A deal he made with a council to rid Hamelin of a mass 
 Of rats.


 With musical notes they were lead to the river of death.



 When they went back on their word and did not pay,



 This mysterious, magical piper took all the children 
 away,


 When the time came that they agreed to pay, the pied  
 Piper


 Never again came to stay.

           Keith Garrett

               "THE MEANING OF LIFE
                       AND
            THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME"

 Does God have a plan, what Is his plan, could this 
 Be his experiment,   
 From our first breath until our last breath there 
 is life in-between.                       
 The mystery of why we are here Is perhaps overthought, 
 What is this life,            
 We walk and dream In this short existence known to us 
 As forever.
 The meaning of life appears very simple and not so 
 Confusing dear one,         
 Sit back and listen as I give my heart felt thoughts 
 Of where we are and why.
 Watch the trees, see them dance against the unseen       
 But softly felt breeze,
 Do you believe what has been put before you and me,      
 understand the gift.
 Love and laughter, pain and sorrow, must be a feeling 
 For all to know,             
 All that lives Is born to die, from the beginning of 
 Time we age and say goodbye.
 See the mountain and walk Its' path, step by step, 
 Time will pass into tomorrow,            
 The sky travels, It Is the clouds that guide the way, 
 See all things that are dreamed.
 The ocean will be, after on this Earth you and I are  
 But a memory, hear the ocean,
 Put your feet Into the sandy beach, feel the sand, 
 Walk along the timeless shore.
 Touch another's heart with the love and care that  
 Is possessed by you, reach out,
 Let go of the tears of many years with a forgiving 
 Smile that lasts a lifetime.
 If we see the sunrise, will we see the sunset again 
 The same day,            
 Are we blind, do we take for granted the beauty of 
 Our world.
 When It rains do we cry about that which falls down 
 Upon us, do we wonder why,          
 Listen for the sound, take in the drops of life that 
 Take us way on down the road.
 The meaning of life and the world according to me Is 
 From inside all that this man may see,                  
 God has laid these truly wonderous things before us,  
 To see, to dream all that can be.
          

             Keith Garrett

               " FACE OF A MAN"


 Look my way, stare Into these aging eyes of green, 
 I've seen,

 Hair of a lost blonde, long gone, reflections' 
 Of change.

 Once whiskers' of a darkness, now a different shade 
 Of life,

 A smile always the same If not hidden beneath sorrow 
 Or pain.

 Lines appear on this face when seen through the days'
 Sunlight,

 Growing older but never so old as to give up the search, 
 I'm searching.

 Through the tears' laughter finds' a face of love wanted, 
 My face,

 Look my way, this Is the face of a man, expressions' 
 Of thought show through.

 More than a stare, a smile, or many pictures combined 
 From a world of time,

 Take a closer look, give one more stare, understand 
 The face of a man.

                    Keith Garrett  

                                                                                                
                  HANGMAN


 On a dirty street, in a western town back in time, 
 The gallows,

 He is the hangman, stands always still as the shadows 
 Drift with time.

 He is everywhere, face covered always in a mask of 
 Darkness,

 Not a ruler  but he holds the authority to life and 
 Death.

 A noose hovers, it sways with the wind, waiting for 
 Those whom sin,

 You  didn't just break the law, the ultimate crime 
 Lived in your mind.

 A life you did take, murder will get you a date with 
 The hangman,

 Many years ago when life was hard on the trail, guns 
 An every day tool.

 When a man chooses the wrong road, decisions of criminal 
 Deeds will do him in,

 The hangman will watch as you climb the stairs, each 
 Step you will sweat.

 A choice you have made, time to pay, the hangman does 
 have his day.
                Keith Garrett

            THESE BOYS' OF SUMMER


 They come to play, these men of the field,


 All dressed the same for this game they don't fear.


 Nine men with a number and a name on their back,


 The goal Is to defend and conquer this enemy who
 Will attack.

 A crowd will gather In support of these warriors' 
 Well trained,

 They'll cheer till the end, this battle of power 
 Tat has its own name.

 One by one each stands' at the plate,


 As one lone attacker throws' his weapon their way.


 With a bat In his hands' he defends' his ground,


 A crack that echoes can be heard If he strikes back


 At him what was thrown from the mound.


 They dive and they jump to stop what's sent their way,


 To hold back the attack of nine men here today.


 These boys' of Summer who fight to become


 Champions' of the game, to be remembered for 
 What they have done.

          Keith Garrett

                  YEARBOOKS


 Forty six years old, dust and cobwebs, they 
 Waited for me,

 These books I remember during my years at a 
 long ago school.

 Bernardo Yorba is where I made my journey on an 
 Early morning cruise,

 When I saw those yearbooks, what memories they 
 Brought to me.

 When I opened those yearbooks there was before my 
 Eyes, yesterday,

 Turning the pages showed me many ghosts of friends, 
 Images from the past.

 I picture them moving along across the school campus, 
 Laughing as once before,

 The sounds of those school days I can hear in my head, 
 Looking through books.

 Action shots from our years at a school, Bernardo Yorba, 
 A little fun back then,

 Pictures of teachers, some are gone now, their voices 
 Echo through yearbooks.

         Keith Garrett

                THESE THINGS' I DREAM


 Within myself, thinking of  a place In another 
 Reality,



 What lies around me may be a different 
 Consciousness.



 This state of mind as I am not awake, floating, 
 floating,



 I see a world like never have I Imagined before,
 I see.



 Visions' sent to my brain, pictures of stories past 
 Or future,



 These things' I dream, a mystery from an eternity.


                                                                               
 Keith Garrett                

                 IMAGINE THIS!


 Take a moment and Imagine this! love so real,


 A most special love, only to a woman who can't
 Be.

 Think of a world where pain and sorrow are only a
 Myth,

 Where laughter and smiles wake you to each sunrise.


 What If hunger and sickness were but a childs' 
 Nightmare,

 Selfishness and hate were a demon caged In a place
 Of nomore.

 Could love be forever as the moon shows Its' face In 
 The sky,

 Ask this beyond the sky to where heaven lies, Is all 
 Possible.

 Imagine this! Is a kiss just a kiss, to the blind 
 Hearted only this,

 To eyes that meet anothers,' a connection may 
 Forever exist.

 Imagine this! If dreams' and wishes came true, I 
 Dream of you,

 Your special wish would come true, Imagine this!


               Keith Garrett    

           DO YOU KNOW THESE PEOPLE?


 They are shadows of friends' long since gone,


 They are men and women, friendly or not, they are,


 They stand there co- workers', strangers' not 
 Yet known,

 Husbands' wives, boyfriends' or girlfriends' past 
 And present.

 A chance there's a brother, sister missed for 
 some time,

 Ghosts' from memories of a long time ago, friend
 Or foe.

 A mother or father, one for a while missed, the 
 Other forever,

 Once stood where you could see, now shadows In 
 eternity.

 Do you know these people, can you recognize 
 Their faces,

 From different times and different places.


                                                                                
         Keith Garrett