7 MINUTES


 We all have 7 minutes before something 
 We must do,


 The same time before work is done and time 
 To go home.


 7 minutes waiting or 7 minutes up, what be 
 The Circumstance,


 7 minutes in the shower, 7 minutes on the 
 Phone,


 7 minutes before dinner, another 7 minutes 
 All alone.


 Time is of the essence, time never stands 
 Very still,


 7 minutes late just may save your life, right 
 On time, goodbye.


 In only 7 minutes, from good to bad, your world 
 Has changed,


 Snooze for an extra 7 minutes, it may do you a 
 World of good.


 7 minutes a long time to suffer, 7 minutes to 
 Love and dream.
                    Keith Garrett

                  DREAMS'


 Dreams,' like the hopes and wishes that 
 Rest in our hearts,

 Some come true, If for us only a shattered few, 
 Like you.

 Dreams' are a look Into the future of our 
 Wanting thoughts,

 Reasons' and seasons' for them to be or be not.


 Dreams' may bring love to a heart so lonely 
 And of care,

 What Is a dream If never with another shared.


 I dream of one day when a dreamers' heart 
 Finds mine,

 We'll walk as one but two different lives.


            Keith Garrett

                  "SOMETIMES"


 Sometimes I wait for the telephone to ring,


 A wanting for a voice that does not sing.


 Sometimes I dream about and sometimes I cry,


 Love and peace are held deep Inside, understand.


 Sometimes I feel that I have to go away, I stay,


 So many things to do as I work and play, listen.


 Sometimes I'm a very tired and complicated soul,


 I'll keep on pushing till the day grows old.


 Sometimes I battle the Invisible fight, my 
 Fight,

 Something to prove as my time gets closer to 
 The light.

 Sometimes I search for an Imagined hope of love,


 Can not find that which does not wish to be found.


 Sometimes I think that I am not seen by many eyes,


 Perhaps at times my mind Is closed and It Is I who 
 Is blind.

 Sometimes I wonder If the world does not need me,


 As I discover a wanting for more that It holds.

          SOMETIMES   Keith Garrett

              SOUNDS' IN THE WIND


 The wind has no sound unless obstacles to 
 Blow around or between,

 Through nothing can It pass, an opening 
 Must make way for it.

 Travels' and swirls' across the sky with 
 Force and power,

 Since the existence of time It remains' 
 Alive but unseen.

 The crackling of branches and twigs from 
 The trees,

 Rustling of the leaves moving through the  
 Shrubs, wind has sound.

 Through chimneys' you can hear the wind 
 Whistle,

 Fences creek, chimes let you know the wind 
 Is here.

 Windows' vibrate and trashcans' hit the ground 
 Like drumbeats,

 From our ears we hear sounds' In the wind.


                 Keith Garrett

             A CLEAR SPRING NIGHT


 I await you as the sun goes down, a breeze 
 Blowing cool,

 There will be a full moon rising In the sky 
 Tonight.

 Jasmine Is a fragrance noticed In the nights' 
 Of Spring,

 Sweet Is Its' smell as darkness awakes and the 
 Daylight sleeps.

 The cold bite of Winter becomes a memory 
 For now,

 Summers' heat has not yet been born, this 
 Feeling of Spring.

 Walk with me hand In hand, under a full moon 
 So bright,

 A clear Spring night Is alright, with a woman 
 Of beauty I walk.

 A dreaming man tells a story of a walk with a 
 Beautiful woman,

 Under a full moon on a clear Spring night, he 
 Waits.

                Keith Garrett  

            MANY FEELINGS' OF SPRING


 As slowly the days' get longer and the cold 
 Travels away,

 A change of seasons' comes Into our day.


 Out comes the sun as earlier It shines,


 The blooming of flowers enters our minds.


 No more frost or the freezing of night,


 The song of the birds, a tune that Is nice.


 The shadows appear but much later In the day,


 Darkness does not visit, away longer It stays.


 On the trees and shrubs new growth will appear,


 It's time to awake fore Springtime Is here.


 On the mountains the snow melts Into water 
 Running down,

 Wild life returns, we hear many a sound.


 Look around to what this time brings,


 The things that we see tell us this Is Spring.

                                                                                    Keith Garrett

            A VISIT INTO YESTERDAY

 As I couldn't seem to believe I was really there  
 Where at a time a ten year old boy

 Without so many worries ran and played, a dreamer 
 Who was much afraid.
 Saturday, August thirty first, two thousand and 
 Thirteen I once again stepped
 Onto that school ground and thought of all that  
 Used to be and faces hard to see. 
 With the wind as my eyes searched around a long 
 Lost laughter, invisible sounds,
 Remember the grassy playground? today I imagined   
 The ghosts that did in fact play.
 Watched did I those memories of a yesterday, the 
 Trees are much bigger.
 There was one that I use to sit under and read 
 Books with some friends,
 It still stands, much older though, shadows of 
 Us sitting there, now older am I.
 Many changes there are as change is in 
 Everything, today I changed,
 We said goodbye and began slowly away as I 
 Looked at houses of old.
 Bret Olsen, Mike Keefe, and Brad Gribble's, 
 Houses I remember.
 Ron Laufercade, Lori Prichard, Neil Haynes, 
 Houses were filled with ghosts.
 Others are a bit faded in my mind, heading for 
 Esperanza to see what we find.
 Pulling up in front of a school, a place of so 
 Many thoughts and memories.
 In the heat of the day we took pictures of a 
 Long ago yesterday.
 One last stop beyond where once a donut shop 
 Stood, Winchell's.
 Past the park with the tennis courts, around the 
 Corner of Cordova street.
 A picture of a house, a memory, Kim Gilbert's, a 
 Memory that rests with me.
                          Keith Garrett            

                                                                                           
                "BUTTERFLY"


 I can see in your eyes, oh! Butterfly, how 
 Is it you fly,


 Colors of bright fly in the sky, Spring is 
 Your moment.


 The warm season sets you free, you belong 
 To no one,


 Butterfly in the sky, you travel a great 
 Distance, floating,


 Do you know who I am as you drift on by, 
 Peering into my eyes.


 You are a butterfly, small and quiet, not 
 Long is your life,


 Dare to fly, disappear before the night time, 
 Where do you fly.


 I saw into your eyes as you did see mine, more 
 Than a butterfly,


 Fly Butterfly, fly beyond the night to where 
 One day everything meets.

              Keith Garrett

                                                                                  
              ALONE IN THE DARK


 Everyone Is gone, I look around, silence               
 Is the sound,

 Where did they go, I do not know, I am 
 Somehow alone.

 A campsite of darkness Is a fun and peaceful 
 Place,

 A warm fire, friends, and laughter will liven 
 Up the night.

 What a difference It makes when you're alone 
 In the dark,

 The lonely quiet that accompany's a fear that 
 Something is there.

 There are two parts, different views on being 
 Alone in the dark,

 Peace and time by yourself to breathe and think 
 Can be great.

 Wondering what's a danger or the silent dark 
 That scares a man,

 Fear of the unknown, afraid of being alone, 
 Alone in the dark.

                 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 whispers.


 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