WIND IN THE FOREST


  Wandering, walking, leaving behind this world for 
  A while,

  Letting my footsteps' take me beyond what I know, 
  Letting go.

  Deep, deep Into a land of which perhaps there's no 
  Return,

  Chances taken by a man with many fears, today I live.


  Trees so high that darkness fills the sky, can't see the 
  Light,

  Where the moon rests, not visible to these searching 
  Eyes.

  Sounds' of the forest are the only company to me,


  Speaking words to the trees, does anything listen?


  I can feel and hear the wind In the forest,


  It speaks In sound, It Is with me, It finds me.


                         Keith Garrett 

                              "TO BE REMEMBERED"

  What Is the worth of a man or woman, who 
  Will judge,
  We are born Into the world, this place we call Earth.

  Stranger's are we as to each other we first see,

  Becoming a family as we grow with the years.

  As an Individual, how do we judge ourselves In the
  Mirror of time,
  A time to be born, and as the clock ticks we have our 
  Day to be gone.
  Am I a good and decent man who shares a smile with 
  A stranger,
  A woman so kind and generous that her own pain Is 
  Not shared.
  To be remembered by those who are loved In the 
  Greatest way,
  To know that In their heart's lives a place for you 
  Always.
  We came Into this world with no promises of 
  Everlasting Friends,
  That special love was not given to us so that alone we 
  Could not live.
  Selfish are the ones who wish unhappiness to those 
  Who are happy,
   Letting go or saying goodbye Is a gesture so kind of 
  The heart.
  To be remembered for a smile, a hug, or a listening ear 
  Is of worth,
  To be judged Is not of any loved ones fore we judge 
  Ourselves with
  The truth that rests In our heart and souls, 

  To be remembered Is to be good and decent, kind 
  And generous,
  A good person, man to woman.

                                    Keith Garrett                                                

                                SURROUNDING ME


 I"m here, blind at times to what's around me, waiting 
 For myself to see,

 Sitting here at this moment, quiet with no soul to keep 
 Me company.

 Feeling lonely, but as I turn my eyes to this world, 
 Notice Do I something,

 There's much life watching me, I never listen but now I 
 Can hear.

 As what's surrounding me Is telling me something, It's 
 Talking to me,

 There stands a tree, Its' branches swinging In the wind 
  Like arms.

  Leaves falling to the ground, nature brings It to life as I 
  Hear the sound,

  The grass dances as a breeze travels on by, singing as It 
  Says goodbye.

  When I sit upon It a feeling It has, as also this friend of 
  Green feels me,

  On a shrub, a bird sits and whistles In the sun,


  Saying hello to It, as away In the sky this bird flies.


 There are bees buzzing around flowers of many colors 
  And fragrances,

  They leave me alone, I'm not alone,


  What I want may not be, a little less lonely with what's 
  Surrounding me.

                                  Keith Garrett 

                       RUNNING WITH THE WIND


  I thought there was loss, a feeling of death brought 
  To me,

  Alive, alive, two separate paths' taken, gone and we go 
  On and on.

  A prisoner, never was I, free to run through the fields' 
  Of Life,

  No chains' weighed down upon this mans' moving body 
  And soul.

  The wind not seen has a strength and power fore we know 
  It is there,

  Seen am I as the dark clouds' of rain falling, I go with 
  The Wind blowing.

  If no face had I, no body to see and judge, just a voice 
  Of Words,

  Would you think something of me, a material being valued
  more.

  Running with the wind gives me a friend which can not see 
  To judge,

  For me I do not possess an Image fore we are both blind, 
  Only running.

  Free to be, free to be me as live and breathe this man 
  Does,

  Walk with another once again but for now I'm running with 
  The wind.

                                  Keith Garrett

                    "TRYING TO FIGURE OUT YESTERDAY"


 To live In the moment, that's what we do as we take 
 Hold of today,

 The past Is nomore real, a memory, pictures In an  
  Album To recall.

  The things' we've lost and discovered In yesterday 
   Remain With us,

  Wanting Is a feeling, an emotion of this, our human 
  Nature.
  What do we have today that we did not have 
  Yesterday,
  A little more and a little less fore to figure out,  
  Don't Know Why.
  A waste of time trying to understand what's been taken 
  From a hand,
  Nothing to be gained, only loss, precious time lost In 
  Thought.

  So to the future we walk with arms' opened wide, what's 
  In Sight,

  To yesterday a goodbye as we no longer try changing the 
  Story.

  Trying to figure out yesterday when life leads us the  
   Rest Of The Way.

                                      Keith Garrett

                          "I DREAMED I WAS A CHILD"


  There was a place, there was a child, was It real, why 
  Was he crying?

  A street, a neighborhood, a school where laughter lived, 
  Clowns on a wall.

  Duck, duck, goose and a circle of friends,' round and 
   Round, They ran,

  A boy named grover, swingsets and a dream, I walk 
  There It seems.

  A small boy, lonely In his thoughts, a dreamer of things
  Not To be thought,

  Monsters under the bed, who peeks In his window, above 
  His Frightened head.

  I dreamed I was a child but who Is It to be, a fathers' 
  Son From yesterday,

  A child trapped In a place that does not let go, cartoons 
  And Sounds of planes.

  Reality was but a moment, childhood Innocence and 
  Magic Slips away,

  Where were you little girl when my October drifted Into 
  Eternity.

  Imagination and Icecream trucks playing musical tunes 
  For a dime,

  Warm Summer days lost In a mans' child dreaming eyes.


  It rests In cobwebs, It quietly waits for my return,


  A place hidden from my mind, It watches, It knows what I 
  Have seen.
                                            Keith Garrett 

                             "FOR THIS LIFE"


  From a breath first taken, this Is my life,


  What has been a gift has come with scars of sacrifice.


  We have a life, our roads chosen take us In unknown 
  Directions,

  For this life we accept the mystery and wonder.


  They live and breathe from here and there just the 
  Same,

  Many to us are stranger's, walking with names.


  For this life she smiles at the morning's light,


   A tear In her heart but she does not cry.


  He has many dreams to Imagine as hope still survives,


  He moves with the wind, he feels Inside, for this life.


  You are passion and energy combined,


  In constant motion It Is you whom lives for this life.


                                Keith Garrett 

                                        FLOATING


  I stand, not on the ground but from where I am 
  I can not stand,

  From so far In the sky, I fly, fly without wings' within 
  The clouds.

  There's no feeling above me, as below, no solid 
  Ground to touch,

  Living things' of few roam this land, large as It seems 
  Never ending.

  Down, down so fast, but a feeling of weightlessness as 
  If a feather,

  Falling, falling from where I flew, where once this 
  Man stood.

  Closer and closer I can with my eyes, see life waiting 
  For me,

  Back to where I once stood, down from where I once 
  Stood.

  For only minutes but what seems like forever, a dream,


  Floating, merely floating down, back to my reality.


                                       Keith Garrett

                         " I OFFER NO SURRENDER"


  You sit there princess, on the shore, watching,


  Passing by under a full moon, am I too far to touch.


  The sea Is calm, quietly my boat sails' on by,


  Distant are you, away from me you stay, I wait.


  Circle your world as my search does not end,


  I offer no surrender, I fight through the dark of nights'.


  Here you sit, an Image of Inner beauty so fine,


  My eyes can only see what a heart lets' It see, beauty.


                                 Keith Garrett 

                                      GUN IN HAND



  This world has changed but some things never do,



  Just as the pioneers did and all life and lands before,



  We live today in a much scarier world, gun in hand.



  Weapons from the beginning of man, it is how we live,



  Protect ourselves from the fear, what we can not see.



  Paranoia and the unknown live with us in our homes,



  If not a gun in hand, then always a thought, living as 
  Though.


  In different ways we do, we all manage in such a way,



  Our own gun in hand, in this land, in which we stand.

                                             Keith Garrett