SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS


 Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall aging trees,

 Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

 A different kind of world, quiet except for the 
 Creatures that be,
 A woman so aged, seems that she'd been here for 
 Eternity.
 So far below that which grows, the falling rain can 
 Barely touch,
 In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

 Only sounds of the woods kept her company,

 In a dark, lost, existence, she lived to be so old,

 Not of loneliness.

 Many things did she to occupy her moments of a life 
 Meant to be,
 Never a face shown to her, only memories of childhood
 Dreams.
 She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

 An old, old, woman gone and not missed but who was she?


                Keith Garrett 

               WALKING THE WALL


 I've been here before, trying to fight an 
 Unbeatable one,

 A lesson heard but still not learned.


 Pounding against a wall, wanting to move 
 Through it,

 Many times tried but it does not move for me.


 A hand of force does not go through, only touches,


 The body can'not pass on to the other side.


 Walking the wall, a man can see both sides,


 He can look up and down, focus all around.


 If his balance is strong and steady, he will not
 Fall,

 Do not jump while walking the wall,


 A clear head and all things are possible.


             Keith Garrett           

                                                                                    
              LORD OF KINGS


 Rulers of many lands, they were different but 
 Greed the same,


 Treasures valued beyond the real purpose of a 
 Living man.


 Since the birth of man and the rising sun, war is 
 Never done,


 Blood spilled with time, lies and guilt, death 
 seems but a crime.


 There are Kings who sit upon thrones of deceit 
 And evil deeds,


 I wonder If there ever was one who thought more 
 About the common good.


 The Lord of Kings Is a mysterious one, creator of 
 All things great and kind,


 Master of Earthly scenes, creator of the universe, 
 That which men build and destroy.


                        Keith Garrett

                                                                                         
                SECRET FRIEND


 I was a small boy when first my friend appeared,


 So long ago as now it is that I am much older than.


 A friend that was there whenever I was lonely and
 Scared,

 I did talk to back then, laughed and ran in a field
 Of weeda.

 As I got a year older this friend was not by my side, 
 Wandered,

 I would meet others and my friend would stand across 
 Yhe street.

 Pacing back and forth, I was growing older as my friend  
 Remained a child,

 Slowly I had not much in common with my secret friend, 
 The games changed.

 The more I wandered and found, the further the distance
 Between us,

  My secret friend was leaving me, I couldn't hold on as 
  Much as I thought I wanted,


 My friend was leaving me as it was time to go, just as  
 I went away, a friend no more.

                      Keith Garrett

                                                                                      
            THE DUSTY TRAIL


 Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


 All that I own packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time thinking and looking,


 As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my horse.


 Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


 Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


 Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


 A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


 Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


 A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


 The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


 I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much wanted, 
 Peaceful night.

                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                         
           HE CAME FROM NOWHERE      


                                                                                   
 Not a clue of who he really was, his name not sure,


  
 It is said he came from nowhere, a tall man of strength.


                                                                                       
 He spoke always in a manner of calm and peace,


         
 You could not enrage him, a confident look upon his face.


                                                                               
 Softly spoken words but a lethal weapon, you can be sure,



 There is no record of him, a mystery from where he came,


                                                                                  
 He was very fast, he was there and then he was not.



 He came from nowhere, a powerful man who did want peace,



 In the end, he stood tall, a trail of death he left, 
 Not evil was he.

                                                                                   
         Keith Garrett

                                                                                                           
            HE HAD EVERYTHING


                                                                                 
 He had everything, he could not see what he had,


                                                                                     
 More money than a man could spend forever,


                                                                                
 His sins would cost him plenty, no money could fix.



 Hurting his wife and daughter, broken hearts were 
 Theirs,


 Through his deceit and crimes, a lesson might be 
 Learned,


 He did not learn as it was money and blackmail that 
 Prevailed.


 He escaped his dirty deeds as false faces were worn 
 With greed,


 He still had everything but in the end a man and 
 Family had nothing.

                     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 who 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

                                                                                      
                  BLUE JEANS


 Antique in time,  from the seventies, a pair 
 So fine,


 I remember I put them away, blue Jeans for another 
 Day.


 A touch faded were they,  comfortable in a certain way,



 Worn were they to a party, perhaps a barbecue or two,



 A Saturday night drive-in, what jeans were worn by you?



 Blue jeans I took from a shelf,  dusty, aged from time, 



 They fit me once before, now I can wear them in my mind.

                   Keith Garrett

                    RUST FROM TIME


 Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost 
 With what life takes away,

 A bicycle of color sits for years until its age
 Is seen through cobwebs so clear.

 A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten 
 Treasures are again a thought,

 Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks 
 Of ghosts, friends we knew.

 Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once  
 Knew those with faces and names,

 Hills where we wandered have disappeared with this 
 Changing world.

 Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children 
 We knew all go away,

 There are those times when I can just stand there and 
 Somewhere in the wind,

 When the night is quiet, there's a fragrance in the air,  
 That feeling of yesterday.

 Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all 
 Go our seperate ways,

 Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.

 Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the 
 Mrmories in our minds for just a little while longer.

  
              Keith Garrett