FROM THEIR HEARTS'

                    CRY SONGS'


 Listen to the sound, close your eyes and feel 
 What it is that they speak,

 Poetry cries out from these two hearts' of musical 
 Inspiration.

 They sing of dreams', possibilities of love, and 
 Sadness around,

 Separate thoughts', voices known well together or 
 Apart are these men of Imagination.


 With so much emotion, out from his soul come words' 
 Of hope,

 Art Garfunkel stands' a dreamer In a not so perfect 
 World.

 This mans' guitar tells' tales In magical tunes of 
 Rhythm,

 Paul Simon Is a thinker of the wonders' that life 
 Holds for mankind.

             Keith Garrett                        

                     A POEM TODAY


 Thoughts, many sights from my mind, visions 
 From the past,

 Dreams about tomorrow, what may be, a poem today.


 To write is a beautiful thing, whatever you want 
 It to be,

 Change the world with a stroke of a pen, fact or 
 Fantasy begins.

 Share with those whom do write and dream, those 
 Who do see,

 Share our stories together as we travel the world    
 And universe.

 We have the ability to take ourselves and others 
 Away to unusual places,

 A poem today about the love between two, the sun 
 And moon.

 Hopes and dreams, struggles and pain of life, what 
 Keeps us strong,

 A poem today that puts a smile on a face, comfort and 
 Strength for a moment.
                     Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
           A PAGE MISSING


 A life I find not finished yet quite incomplete,



 There's a page missing, something not found,



 Writing about my time,  a piece not described.



 Talks with children unsettled, much more be said,



 Differences between a father and daughter are unsaid.



 A shock to my head, an accident did take fro me,



 A page missing, what for me is still unwritten.

                  Keith Garrett

                                                                                        
          A PICTURE OF YOU


 Plenty of times I saw you, watched as you changed,


 A portrait of a baby, many years ago as time has 
 Aged it,

 As a child, you appeared a certain way, young at play.


 From twelve to seventeen, a face that went different
 Ways,

 Twenty was a special year, your first child, a boy 
 Mamed Gary.

 Seven children as the years went by, your picture 
 Changed,

 Beyond eighteen or twenty five, seasons changed in 
 Your eyes.

 Mom! I miss you, I think I can hear you when I sleep 
 In the night,

 A picture of you rests in my sight, a picture of you 
 In a book that I write.

                     Keith Garrett

                  "FOREVER"


 Above from the wide open sky the sun shines 
 Ever so bright,
 Will It warm our world always or one day say 
 A farewell.
 What If the wind that we can'not see goes away,

 Will It again blow across the hills and make the 
 Trees sway.
 The glowing moon sits like a lighthouse In the sky,

 Watching, always watching but for how long will It
 Rise.
 The rain falls from the sky, from the clouds that 
 Drift on by,
 Will the drops take from the Earth the thirst so as 
 Not to die.
 See the animals run through the woods and across 
 The plains,
 Today they live somewhat free, tomorrow will they be.

 We live, we love, dance to the music, sing from our 
 Hearts,
 Search for the happiness that makes It all worth living.

 There are things that may be never, things never lost,

 Nothing lasts forever fore forever we are not.


                Keith Garrett

                  A WHISPER


 A soft blowing breeze, Invisible to the eye,


 Hear It In your ear, listen to the whisper.


 The sun rises, day breaks slowly,


 Light replaces the dark, the morning whisper's.


 The kiss from a beautiful woman on your neck,


 Warm and soft, gentle as a whisper, a whisper.


 A smile shown to you, bright but quiet, silent,


 Like a whisper Is breath not seen but heard.


 A whisper Is love slightly heard but understood,


 A whisper Is real, a whisper Is words between two.


             Keith Garrett

               IN THE AIR,

              COMES A CHILL


 The Summer heat comes to Its end, August and 
 September gone,


 Autumn born again, Into the Winter It makes Its 
 Way, day by day.


 Earlier, shadows' can be seen on the face of the
 Mountains,


 From a distance how cold, oh! so very cold, they 
 Appear up high.


 The days' light disappears' earlier as the nights' 
 Grow long,


 A breeze across the sky tells us, In the air comes 
 A chill.


                                                                             
 Keith Garrett  

          IF I COULD STAND ON THE MOON


 From up so high beyond what Is sky, what I 
 Might see,

 Below motionless oceans, a creation of what 
 Was dreamed.

 The universe from all around, before these 
 Amazed eyes,

 From where I stand the earth could sit In my hand,
 Visualize.

 If I could stand on the moon then the stars I 
 Might touch,

 A comet speeding on by, a ride on It perhaps In
 My mind.

 Darkness stays here with me as I am In a far off land,


 What lives up here all dances In rhythm like a quiet 
 Song.

 Run I could not but float like a balloon would be 
 This man,

 If I could stand on the moon then I would be on top 
 Of the world.

                    Keith Garrett

              IF NO SIGHT HAD I


 Suddenly, so suddenly, my eyes, they could 
 No longer see,

 Where did everything go, what am I to become, 
 I'm blind.

 Darkness, only darkness can be my world now, to 
 Be afraid,

 Never again a sunny day, the night visits' me 
 Repeatedly.

 If no sight had I there would be many new thoughts' 
 And adventures,

 The wind I would hear as I did before, my Imagination 
 Would create.

 Pictured scenes of what It was doing.


 Music would still be heard although my mind could see 
 The story

 A song might tell with Its' words',


 A television show now only to be heard, no picture 
 Book to go with.

 A kiss could still be placed upon her lips', no sight 
 Or sound do I need,

 Feelings' here are what will be needed and a little 
 Senxe of touch.

 If no sight had I, life would be just fine.


              Keith Garrett 

              ABOVE THE WAVE


 Out on the horizon, beneath the sinking sun, 
 It rolls in,

 They all come to watch, they come to ride the 
 Wild surf.

 For the true surfer It comes from within, at one 
 With the wave,

 Shooting the tube, living on the edge, free to glide 
 Across the water.

 From Australia, the split, surfers' paradise, they 
 Battle the rolling storm,

 To Hawaii, waimea Bay, North Shore, Pipeline, or  
 Hanalei Bay, the wave.

 Above the wave where dreams' are made, surf the open 
 Water way,

 Around the world beyond the shores of Peru, to New 
 Zealand, Ride.

 Above the wave, beneath the wide open sky, forever ride,


 Touch the water and listen to the sound of the crashing 
 waves.

                  Keith Garrett