"POETRY IN MOTION"


 Always walking, consistently moving along 
 Or active,

 Constantly thinking, analyzing things' and 
 People around.

 It's motion that keeps my body and mind 
 Alive and running,

 It can only stop If I stop, I'm a man In
 Motion.

 Writing about the world and those In my mind, 
 My wondering mind,

 Has given me sight, the ability to visualize 
 And better understand.

 Words' have no meaning without the mind to 
 Interpret Definition,

 Poetry Is song and emotion without 
 Instrumental sound.

 A combination of these now lives In me, words'
 I write,

 Motion I have, I am poetry In motion.


         Keith Garrett                     

                                                                                                  
             BY THE NAME OF SOLOMON



 Late eighteen hundreds, in the North somewhere,


 A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.

                                                                               From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,


 An older brother and of course a loving mother.


 A father of no more but remembered and loved,


 Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.


 No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,


 Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.


 He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had
 Said,

 He would have to go back home, for now, work the 
 Field.

 A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew 
 To be.
              Keith Garrett

               CAN'T TOUCH THE SUN


 My hand is stretched in front of my face, 
 I reach for the sun,

 So close but how far away is incredible when 
 Really imagined.

 We can touch the rain, it falls far to where 
 We are,

 Touch the wind without seeing, it moves like 
 A dance not seen.

 We can touch the trees no matter how tall in 
 The sky they be,

 The mountains, they can be felt, not always 
 Touched in places untouchable.

 We can touch the ocean, fire touched will surely 
 Burn but touched it can,

 These things touched are a creation worth putting 
 A hand upon.

 It is that we may strive to touch the sky, to reach 
 For a plane flying by,

 Reach high and wish a hand touch that glowing moon 
 In the night.

 We can dream, maybe make them come true, we can't 
 Touch the sun,

 We can run, grab hold of many things until our day 
 Is done.
               Keith Garrett

                 CATCH A DREAM


 We chase, search out and run as fast as we 
 Can,

 While we sleep the greatest things can happen,


 Run do we very fast, jump so very high to touch
 The sky,

 Jump on the rooftop, flips in the air, slow motion
 If you please.

 Always for me, money floating down a stream, a pile 
 In the street,

 Just as it is grabbed by my hand disappears does it 
 As I become awake.

 We all have been there when a monster chases us and 
 Then we are elsewhere,

 Dreams are always so mixed up, at times tiring as we 
 Are in places of mystery.

 Floating in the air, suddenly in a bubble, we drift 
 Onward to where nothing makes sense,
                      
 Catch a dream, hold on tight and bring it back home 
 With you tonight, any night.

 Catch a dream, dream, to be all that you hope to be, 
 dream the perfect scene.
                        Keith Garrett

                                                                                                   
                 CARTOON LAND


 Remember the Flintstones, they lived in Bedrock,

 The Jetsons were from the future, they were up high.

 Scooby-Doo looked for food, mumbled words, always 
 Scared,
 Popeye the sailor man sought strength from his Spinach.

 Felix the cat and his magic bag of tricks,

 Milton the monster blew smoke from his head.

  
                                                                                  Johnny Quest out there in space,

 They called him space ghost, a boy, a girl, 
 And a monkey.
 The fantastic four all had their special power,

 Captain America fought for all that was good,

 Gigantor the robot, speed racer in his magic car.

 The Amazing three and Superman of course,

 Magilla Gorilla, Bugs Bunny, or the Road runner.

 Yosemite Sam with guns in hand, Elmer Fudd after 
 the rabbit,
 They come from fantasy, imaginations of dreaming minds.

 All live together forever, many more of their kind,

 In cartoon land, it's there where you'll find.

             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                           
              CANE IN HAND



 We start out young just as the early morning 
 Sunrise,


 Follow a path do we watching the sun make its 
 Way along.


 Journey do we through the days just as the light 
 Slowly lessens,


 Along the way we see many things, the sun passes 
 Over all there is.


 The sun will one day set, as of now it does slowly 
 move to the west,


 Darkness will one day fall just as we will all grow 
 From young to old.


 Cane in hand we are found, at sunset, the sun 
 Going down.

               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 

               THY HEALING BREATH


 With a heart so pure, filled with love, 
 He does heal,

 Pain and suffering taken away, a gift given, 
 A miracle.

 With energy so strong and a powerful feeling 
 For life,

 From within his being, coming out Is a healing 
 Touch.

 The hurt and agony Is felt by this man, In his 
 Heart and mind,

 This misery and fear, he'll take from you Into 
 His own body.

 With his breath he'll Inhale the sadness and 
 Death from you,

 The cancer and ugliness of the world, he'll 
 Exhale and blow out.

 Into the wind, away from the good that lies within.


 Thought to be bad but In reality a good man judged
 Badly,

 Who he Is, you could not understand, thy healing 
 Breath, lies in this man.
 Keith Garrett
                                         


                                                                                       

                    UNIVERSE


 Created within me Is the answer to the 
 Beginning of time,

 Is there a start or finish, an end or 
 Beginning to what's mine?

 In many a direction I must be,


 Everything travels' through my darkness, 
 Who knows What there is to see.

 Older than anything, how long have I really 
 Existed,

 Where do I come from, Is the answer a mystery 
 Never to be discovered.

 All things' that live within my space,


 Rotating forever, will they always be In
 This place?

 I am the universe, not knowing what I really 
 Am,

 With no air or much light, not a visitor 
 From your land.

 I'll stay here, who can say just how long,


 Perhaps till an end comes to my time.


                 Keith Garrett

                 TO CATCH THE WIND

 Out there free In the early morning light 
 From the sky,

 A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind 
 Blows across the land.

 Feeling the fresh air swirling around this 
 Powerful spirit,

 It raises Its' head to the rising sun.


 Miles and miles to the North, South, East, 
 And west,

 This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


 This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation 
 From heaven,

 With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


 Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


 Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch 
 the wind.

                Keith Garrett