ALWAYS A SHADOW



                                                                                     
 The sun comes up and the sun goes down,


                                                                            
 They're everywhere and always, make not a sound.


                                                                                    
 Shadows from clouds cast upon the ground,


                                                                                     
 As the sun goes down, shadows all around.


 Shadows upon the mountains in the early morning light,


 In the early evening, shadows that hide as darkness 
 Is in sight.

 Always a shadow, shapes and sizes stretched out across 
 The land,

 Shadows of figures, like ghosts, phantoms here and there.


 Always a shadow, we carry this with every step we take,


 Always a shadow even with the light still upon our face.

                   Keith Garrett

                                                                                                 
           AND THEN THERE WERE NONE



 A fight for survival, mans quest for power to rule,



                                                                                   
 Fear and ignorance but money will be the tool.



                                                                                    
 Inventors of destruction, builders of a  force,



                                                                                   
 The enemy is our brother, traitor to the land.



                                                                                        Which side are we on, who is on our side,



                                                                                
 Conflict and hatred, how many must have to die?



                                                                                 
 And then there were none, not much left to say,



                                                                                
 Put the bombs away, we may have another day.


                Keith Garrett

                  TO OUR OWN TUNE,

                   bWE WILL DANCE


 Different we are from one another,


 The things' we do different make us like no 
 Other.

 Some of us move with an unusual step,


 Or others' may talk high pitched or deep voice.


 A person may think of the same thing unlike a 
 Stranger or friend,

 None are the same, we may wonder why till the end.


 Why we see through our eyes In our own way,


 Makes each one special every day.


 Dance we will to our own tune.


                 Keith Garrett

          ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE


 I think of how she liked to run through A 
 field of flowers,

 A smile so bright, as if not a care in her world,
 Memories.

 We swam in the lake, laughing under the hot Summer 
 Sun,

 Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings, playing 
 Along the way.

 She went away, such a sad day as my friend went 
 Far away,

 I still see her running through that field with her 
 Snile so bright.

 If I listen on quiet nights I hear her splashing in  
 The water, her laugh,

 I walk to school in the morning wondering if she is by 
 My side or near.

 I get tears because Ellen doesn't live here anymore.

                Keith Garrett

                   RENDEZVOUS


 Love taken for granted, desire and temptation 
 So sinful,

 A smile, a glance from a stranger not yet known, 
 Danger looms.

 One who has everything yet nothing at all, cries 
 Inside,

 Another who seeks' the attention, In return attention 
 Finds.

 Two smiles, two different hearts' wanting adventure 
 Without thought,

 A soul with nothing to lose but will lose, she who 
 Chances to throw it all away.

 Rendezvous, secretly meeting, passion destroys' many 
 Hearts in a circle,

 Pieces of a life scattered, only a misguided feeling 
 From being forever shattered.    


 A body that sins' as another who loves lets out tears' 
 Of forgiveness,

 Does also sin with the life taken from a man with nothing 
 To lose but everything.


                                                                         
 Rendezvous,

                                                                                                        
   Keith Garrett                                                       

                REFLECTIONS'


 Like the sunlight on a clear window, my Image 
 Appears,

 Thoughts of yesterday bring a picture of you to 
 My heart.

 Wandering back to you Is a place In my dreams at 
 Night,

 Of the past It Is a part of you, live do you In a 
 Piece of my today.

 On lakes and rivers, oceans, and wet ground after 
 A storm,

 Reflections of a kind, or memories brought to our 
 Minds.

 Wishing, wondering what might have been,


 Backwards In time to watch has gone by, time.


 Mirrors are looked Into and looking back are the faces,


 Reflections of another kind, thoughts that we find.


 Images of all kinds, like being children somewhere back 


 In our minds.


                                                                                 
  Keith Garrett 

               QUIETLY LONELY


 Into the mist, through the trees, walking barefoot,


 Leaves beneath my cold feet, leaves of brown and 
 Green.

 The sun does not shine as the fog creeps across the
 Land,

 Making Its' way through these lonely woods deep In 
 Nowhere.

 What Is alive as the morning awakes to a quiet day, 
 This day,

 So old are these woods, what tales they may tell of 
 Yesterday.

 Ghosts of the past, people who once were, they who
 Lived here,

 Quietly lonely as I think and dream, just quietly lonely.


                Keith Garrett 

             SADNESS IN THE SMOKE


 Flames In the darkness, flames of fright, run, 
 Run, Into the night,

 Men of fear, men who fight through the night, 
 A fire fight.

 Sadness and pain as the heat and smoke devour 
 Natures beauty,

 Who's to blame for this destruction placed upon all 
 Good men?

 They run, they hide, but where to hide, animals,' 
 Creatures of all kind,

 Death comes to visit, to take away the Innocent 
 Without feeling or care.

 Fix your eyes to the tears' from those whom see the 
 Land die and die,

 Look to the sky, watch as It rises, a picture of 
 Sadness in the smoke.

 The wind will blow but there will be no trees for 
 It to pass through,

 The grass you will not see, the animals' are gone.


 Some men do not stand anymore, they disappear with
 This tragedy

That must be forever remembered, some day we will 


 Learn to love This land that was created.


 Sadness In the smoke above these hills' that burn 
 For the world to see,

 Eyes must be opened before It's to late, before this 
 Land goes away.

               Keith Garrett     

               "WITHIN THESE WALLS' "


 I'll let you In If a friend you are known to me,


 These built for me walls' of height are a comfort.


 Climb over you will not, the top Is not recognized,


 There Is no door to be removed or forced, no key.


 Within these walls' lies sanctuary for a searching 
 Man,

 Living here Is all for a man to dream, I feel the 
 Sunrise.

 All my wants' are at my fingertips' of touch, Imagined,


 I build and I take down, a new level appears' In an 
 Instance.

 To walk out of here I will need to make a door, walls' 
 Nomore,

 There's a fear with the chances taken, stronger we 
 Grow.

 Within these walls' I hide,within these walls' I cry,


 Strength and wisdom exist within these walls'.


                Keith Garrett              

           " THEY WERE DIFFERENT"


 He walked down the street full of laughter 
 And fun,

 He was poor with no money but no worries had he.


 She was from a different world, of money and 
 Material things,

 A young woman with everything but she had nothing.


 He was free with dreams' that were possibly only 
 Dreams,

 What he wanted was only to be, what he wanted 
 Was she.

 She was art, dance, and culture passed on by a 
 Family,

 What she wanted was to be set free, treasure was 
 Not just money.

 He appeared as a man whose clothing meant he had 
 No worth,

 But what Is the worth of a well dressed man with no 
 Integrity.

 They were different she and he, drawn together by 
 Feelings,

 The heart, the eyes, the touch of man to woman, and 
 Woman to man.

 They were different but they were the same, walking 
 Hand in hand,

 With what's love and pain.


                                                                                                           
   Keith Garrett