WHAT I SAW IN MY YORBA LINDA HOME


  Remembering being a boy in our home, a story to tell,


  Between nineteen seventy two and nineteen seventy seven.


  I saw our house as it was being built, met some neighbors 
  that year,

  We  moved in early May, Starting school was hard so late   
  As it was.

  We were having our pool put in that Summer, I remember                        
  The heat,

  Those were the days of Saturday morning cartoons, 
  Worries so few.

  The Buggs bunny roadrunner hour, our new home was  
  So cool.

  The TV guide, late night classic movies, were a Summer    
  Delight.

  Seasons in the sun, Music of the seventies, my friends  
  And All of the fun,

  Sunday morning watching Wonderama, swimming in our  
  Pool.

  Weekends and Summers, nine children on the loose. 


  I remember Mannix, Hawaii five o', the Sunday night 
  Mysteries,

  Reading mad magazines on the porch,  a coke in the       
  Hot sun.

  On the phone with friends, the early seventies were a  
  Great Time.

  Musical sounds that said the Icecream man was coming,
  I Remember.

  Fourth of July, Fireworks that lit up the night, what a 
  Sight Back in time.

  My Yorba Linda home, back in nineteen seventy two, I 
  remember you.
          Keith Garrett

                          WHAT DOES THE SKY SEE


  From up so high looking down upon,



  Does the sky see me as I look back.



 On the hills' the wind blows' through the trees, 
  And swims Does the ocean


  Is this what the sky sees If only It had eyes.



  Can It see the birds' fly,



  Or the squirrels' climb the trees In the morning 
  Light.


  What does the sky see,



  Possibly only what your Imagination dreams'.


                         Keith Garrett 

                          TREASURES OF THE LORD

  Into the darkness I stepped, wandering down a road,

  Left behind the trust and care for those who hurt my 
  Soul.
  Alone I've stood on a hill so high, at the edge of the
  Mountain,
  There was nothing for me to see, blinded by what Is 
  Humanity.
  Is this place I am a creation of my own anger and non 
  believing,
  Does darkness fade as the sun appears again for a 
  Blind man.
  I've opened these eyes and learned to see his 
  Masterpiece,
  The hills that are alive that rest beneath God's wide 
  Open sky.
  The wind that sings as It blows through the ever so 
  High trees,
  Rain that falls below Is a gift to us so that we may 
  Watch life grow.
  From the sea, to all that we need to be, Is for us 
  Because he,
  Only he had a thought, the power to Imagine that 
  Which we see.
  Treasures of the lord were placed down upon from 
  Heaven,
  Only the greed of a man has stolen that which to him 
  Belongs not.
  Every time I open my eyes the treasures of the lord are 
  Seen,
  These are a gift, a reality that even the blind may see.

                                 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                

                                  PLAYGROUND

                                    IN MY MIND


  There are times I like to escape from here,


  Away from all this mess handed out from life.


 Through my dreams' and Imagination there's 
  A place to go,

  A fantasy created by myself that only I hold.


  Come with me on a journey Inside,


  To my playground built for me, a place I can hide.


  In my mind I keep out that of which I choose,


  Letting In only wishes of my perfect reality.


  There's a land of which I've come to find,


   It's a secret place, a playground In my mind.


                                Keith Garrett                 

                                THE BALLAD OF A MAN


  The sun keeps going down, no one's ever around,



  No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the 
  Floor.


  The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter 
   And some sorrow,


  Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away 
  Before spring was awake.


  My dad's been gone since I was a little boy, laughter and 
  Joy in between my sorrow,


  Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from 
  Yesterday and friends.


   I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders 
  Where he's going,


  Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, 
  Do they have the same names.


  I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an 
  ex-wife I have never even liked,


  This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in 
  His life all that he can.
                             Keith Garrett

                        THE ADVENTURE OF LIFE


  It holds many doors, different roads to choose from,


  Chances are taken as we turn the page.


   Life is an adventure, different chapters are written,


  Only can it be wasted if we stand still to long,


  Moving into the future, playing a different game.


  We must read from different books,


  Experience different tastes of another type of food.


  We leave behind people and things, sometimes we
  Must let go,

  Carrying into the future our memories or lessons 
  Learned.

  Sometimes it's difficult to miss but we learn to adjust,


  Changes upon changes as the wheel keeps turning.


  The circle of life is neverending, nothing may stay the 
  Same,

  The adventure of life is a most wonderful but hard game 
  To play
                                      Keith Garrett 

                                 I REMEMBER JACK


  He was a wanderer, a young man seeking peace,


  War tears many families apart, a mystery was Jack.


  Appeared did he on a roadside one day, I did change,


  Something strange about a man who came from the past.


  I remember a man named Jack who granted me a wish,


  I did not make that wish and Jack had to go far away,


  He made it for me as I saw him again one day.


  A much older me, I did not know happiness was for me,


  Jack died in nineteen forty four, long before I was born.

            Keith Garrett

                                     A MAN WITH AN AX

  Wood needs to be chopped, it sits waiting, many 
  Types and sizes,

  Fall is in the air, chillier the air turns, work must 
  Be done.

  A job it is to chop enough wood to warm a home 
  For the winter,

  Must be done, perhaps no fun as it is an 
  Accomplishment to be proud.

  Stack it in a pile, carry it piece by piece, chopped 
  And split wood for a fire,

  A smell, can you take it in, smell the aroma as it's cut, 
  Stronger it grows

  A man with an ax gets this job done, he sweats from
  Morning till the setting sun,

  Swinging an ax, working as the cold moves closer,

 The wood pile will rise higher.

  A man with an ax is strong and determined,


  He will succeed because he knows of its need,


  When it's done, a Winter of warmth,


  When the setting sun, he knows the job is done. 

                              Keith Garrett

                             A LIST OF THINGS TO BE


  Never an astronaut, dancing slowly upon the moon,


  Flying in a jet across the sky, no, not did I ever fly.


  A football star, throwing the ball far, a dream that 
  Won't be,

  Under the lights, a victory on a Superbowl night.


  What is it like to be a movie star pretending to be 
  Many things,

  Known everywhere, this is not what I was born to be.


  An Olympic star, a racer of cars, I wanted to be, but 
  That's not for me,

  A great writer, a hero of sorts would be something I 
  Might be.

  A rescuer of the down and out, a conqueror of 
  Homelessness,

  I may not be an Einstein of genius, I am good enough 
  For me,

  A list of things to be, how much can one man need?

                                    Keith Garrett