A LIGHT IN THE FOREST


 Traveling together were myself and a friend, a 
 Getaway,

 Down the long highway we went, weren't sure 
 Where we were going.

  We started out driving, searching for that unusual 
 Place of discovery,

  A forest, that would be our destination, we're on our 
 Way into the day.

  We travel along talking and listening to our favorite 
 Music getting close,

  Further ahead of us in the distance they appear to our 
  Eyes, trees so high.

  We'll be going up a ways, where everything is so green 
 And darkness within the tree


We make our camp for the night, ready in the morning 
  For  Our walk below the hidden sky.

 Tonight a campfire, some food, laughing with a friend, 
 And sleeping under a star or two,

  Morning light shines down upon the land, we pack our 
 Things and head into the forest.

  Dark, very dark as we make our way deeper among the 
  Ancient trees, where are we,

  There's something up ahead, can you see, a light in the 
   Forest, we'll be okay.
        Keith Garrett

                                A HEARTBEAT



  Listen to my heartbeat, thump, thump, It beats,



  Blood runs through it, listen to me as I breathe.



  A heartbeat means life, It beats fast or slow, 



 Thump, thump, it goes, a heartbeat that slowly grows 
 old.


  It speaks of who I am, only one of a kind,



  Listen, thump, thump, with a hand to my chest feel as 
 I am alive.


  A heartbeat lets us know that this moment is still ours,



  Hear it pound, listen to its beautiful sound.



  Thump, thump, thump, thump, one beat at a time,



  A heartbeat so precious, thump as it beats one more 
 Time.

                                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

                                            
  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

                     KEEPER OF THE LIGHT


  Up in the air he spreads his wings,


  He stretches to the heavens and sees many things.


  This god of the sun, KEEPER OF THE LIGHT,


  Soars in the sky on an eternal flight.


  So peaceful is he, away up so high,


  Forever and ever this spirit will fly.


  Keeper of the light, what do you see?


  Beyond the sun, a mystery to me.


  Through the wind, you travel round, and round,


  Watching over this star, from you there's no sound.


  I can only imagine you're a spectacular sight,


  Fly way up high, keeper of the light.


                                                                     Keith Garrett

                                WHISKEY FOR MY MEN,

                                  BEER FOR MY HORSES.


  They rise before the sun, breakfast, a day begun,


  Men of a ranch know what it takes to get the job done.


   There is much to do so off they run, dawn to dusk,


    Baling hay, stalls to be attended to, never done.


   Digging posts, mending fences along the road,


   A little fun, men working in the sun.


   Breaking a horse, they become one, now the sun touches the
 Ground,

   The day is done, whiskey for my men, maybe a smoke,


   These horses, like men, work from sunrise till days end.


   Riding them to where the job need be done,


   Pulling a wagon, exercising, or being groomed.


   Part of a ranch, friend's, man and horse,


  They jump and gallop, run like the wind.


   A roundup they work, play in the sun,


   Just as the rest, when the day is done, beer for my
  Horses.

   Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses.

                                         Keith Garrett

                                                                                               
             GOD IS IN THE RAIN


                                                                               
 Clouds form, they turn dark with storm,



                                                                                
 Drops fall from the sky, cold and warm.



                                                                               
 More and more as they touch tree tops,



 Drip by drip they trickle down to the ground.



 Into  the rivers, flowing into the oceans as one,



 Drops of rain cover lakes, slowly filling with time.



 From the mountains the water makes its way down,



 Soaking the hills to create life, within the flowers 
 And grass.


 Let the rain fall, God is in the rain, In the drops 
 That are upon you,


 God is in the rain as it comes down, God soaks this 
 World with life.

                  Keith Garrett

                 "THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day 
 Travels the road,

 High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
 He rides.

 Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
 He rides,

 The snow falls as through the mountain passes he 
 Is moving.

 A man with no name, throughout the land, maybe a 
 Glimpse,

 He's known only as the rider carrying whatever for hire.


 This horse he rides, with colors of solid black and 
 White spots,

 A demon creature, wicked, with speed like the wind.


 Brown and black hat worn on his head, gives a mysterious 
 Appearance,

 A coat so long for cover and warmth, shields him from 
 Weather, the rider.

 Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be 
 Noticed In the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides, just he and his 
 Faithful companion.

 Like a ghost so quiet, he roams the wild wilderness 
 Of life,

 He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                 Keith Garrett

             SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED


 Woke to the sound of rain, an aching head to 
 Start my day,
 Tripped over the cat that scratched me as I fell.
 I went for the shower but the water was turned off,
 Out in the street they were fixing a pipe, won't go 
 Back on until the night.
 A cup of coffee would have been nice,
 If only I had gone shopping instead of drinking 
 Last night.
 I put on my pants to go to the store,
 Couldn't get my car out of the driveway, the street 
 Was closed.
 Back in the house, soaked by the rain,
 What to do on such a lousy day.
 Couldn't watch t.v., the cable was out,
 Put on the stereo, the power went out.
 A drip on my head, this can't be happening to me,
 The roof had a leak, only eight in the morning, kill 
 Me I say.
 I walked to the store, bought what I need,
 On the way home a car drenched me, groceries at my feet.
 Should have stayed in bed, I didn't know,
 Another drink and a pill, back to sleep I'll go.
 Forget the rest of the day, can you see how it's gonna 
 go,
 Maybe tomorrow i won't have to know.
                                                                                                
 Keith Garrett

                 THE WARRIOR


 Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, 
 The warrior,

 Fear lives within him fore this emotion brings wisdom.


 Strong as he fights for that which he believes,


 A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


 A family, not In this souls' plans, born to walk alone,


 This chosen way that may haunt Is just a house of cards.


 It's not said that a bad man Is he, quietly the sun 
 Rises for him,

 This path chosen, a quiet one If those choose to let 
 Tt be not a fight.

 Always ready for battle, though silently lives In the 
 Shadows,

 This wanting to be left In peace man Is a warrior on 
 His own.

             Keith Garrett