BUILD ME A HOUSE




 A place of dreams, I need your help to build 
 Me a house,

 This house is to be of strength and hope, power 
 Of love.

 Built to withstand the forces of nature, it will 
 Contain no hate,

 Let the anger remain outside this fence, enter with 
 Just one face.

 Build me a house of togetherness, my place of 
 Peace shall begin,

 My house will be of reality fore there is no fantasy
 But in the mind.

 Build me a house of safety where I am at ease feeling 
 Free,

                                                                          
 Beautiful surroundings of natures greenery and life.


 A great pool of water where I can get lost inside,


 built for myself a wonderful place of music to escape,


                                                                                 
 Build me a house of happiness for all eternity.


                  Keith Garrett

             A PAGE FROM YESTERDAY


 Memories, a window to our past, pictures of 
 Special times,
 Friends' we once knew, where are they now, 
 Somewhere.

 There are those no longer among us, their 
 Story is written,
 A book closed, put away on a shelf but forever 
 Cherished.
 We thought as children that life was magic 
 And wishes,
 Teenagers having fun trying to figure out 
 Where we were going.

 We were fortunate to have been given such 
 Friends back in time,
 Lucky If we are still blessed with their presence 
 Today.

 We take a page from yesterday, off comes that 
 Book from its place,
 Remember that friend In our heart that never  
 Disappears, that face.

 A voice that was once heard, a smile, now an echo, 
 Forever a thought,
 Well! today some of those faces, those voices, 
 And a smile remembered
 Are here to share a night, a memory and a page 
 Again written, a book.
                       Keith Garrett  

                  STRENGTH


 The lion Is strong and fearless as he roams' 
 The jungle,


 It Is knonwn that he is there, his crown 
 Invisible but seen.

 There Is strength In a man who stands' up 
 For what he believes,


 He Is strong and powerful with words' of 
 Kowledge or silence.


 Doing what Is hardest, doing what scares one 
 But must be done,


 Facing ones' self In the mirror and admitting 
 He has faults.


 Strength Is letting your emotions' show but 
 Kept in control,


 Knowing Inside there's a man although vulnerable.



 I am a man, I have strength.



                                                                                
    Keith Garrett

                 MR. FITSCHU


 A fictional character from back in time,


 On a planet of giants, no peace could he find.


 Running for his life as everything was an 
 Adventure,

 Not a task was small, each day was like forever.


 What seemed  like a nightmare was reality for him,


 They were not monsters, in fact, human just as he.


 Not friendly as they would not understand this,


 A freak to be put in a cage, laughed at, a prisoner.


 Mr. Fitschu would forever be running for his life,


 Always watching, in the land of the giants.

                   Keith Garrett

                   MY FIGHT


 I sit at night and realize the fight,

 For which I have In my sight.

 To have my children at my side,

 I will have to sacrifice each day and night.

 If I am to win my fight,

 I will have to make things' right.

 Why Is It that I sit at night,

 To think about the fight In sight?

 I wish that I could sleep at night,

 Instead of thinking about my fight.

 When I think about my children tonight,

 Then I know my fight Is right.

 When my children are at my side,

 Then It's time to end my fight.

      For my children,

 Sean Christopher Garrett 7 yrs.
 Scott Ryan Garrett       4 yrs.
 Sarah Renee Garrett      2 yrs.


 I love you, Dad

                                                                                         
   Keith Garrett      1998

                                                                                   
                  "JONATHAN"

 Jealousy for a young girl would soon turn 
 To grief,
 Wishing selfishly that her newborn brother 
 Would never be.
 Through coincidence and reasons only God knows, 
 A brother dies,
 Believing in her heart and mind that her bad
 Thoughts are to blame,
 She travels far, high upon a mountain where closer
 To god she might be.
 Tired, so very tired as she lays herself down upon 
 The mountain ground,
 Before she sleeps, a prayer she makes to God for  
 Her brother's life in place of her own. 
 When the morning light shines this child awakes  
  Covered in warmth and a man with a smile,
 Where did he come from as he asks how she slept 
 And a bowl of hot porridge offered to her.
 He asks of her journey there, he is a most unusual 
 Sort of man who appears to possess much wisdom,
 She speaks of her conversation with God as he listens  
 With a look of great understanding.
 "What is your name she asks" I am Jonathan! this is  
 My mountain and you are far from home,                              
 I wanted to be as high as possible so that God would  
 Hear me when I said I was sorry.
 Listen child! It's not your fault, he has made   
 His decision, your brother with him, you with your
 Family,
 Was this a miracle that a father found his daughter   
 high on a mountain, was he shown the way,
 Where was Jonathan, was he an angel?  she shared  
 time with him, never again was he seen.


           Keith Garrett                                

                                                                                                 
                 NO THOUGHTS TODAY



 Not a poem do I write this day, not a thought 
 To display,


 I have not much to say, written words are few, 
 What can I say.


 My mind seems a bit tired, weary am I from a few 
 Years of war,


 I'm thinking but all is scrambled, trying too hard 
 Is a tiring job.


 Some projects, working in the yard will be of 
 Peace as I wonder,


 I'm sure that I will come back here and visit 
 As the day moves on.


 No thoughts today as I set my mind at ease, 
 Disappear into a quiet place,


 I need to breathe easy and take myself away but 
 I will return soon.


 No thoughts today, as you may read, I have 
 Not much to say.

               Keith Garrett

                                                                                    
             IN A WESTERN TOWN

 Walk these streets, sidewalks of wood,


 Where men wear boots, hats, and guns.


 Women wear dresses of an earlier time,


 Some of morals, others work men for a dime.


 A sheriff, a deputy, to keep peace and order,


 Jail is for those who can't follow the law.


 A school house, a church, places of good,


 Children learn lessons, a house of God.


 A saloon is a place of drink and games,


 A piano heard, upstairs, women of the night.


 In a western town there are many things,


 A stable for horses, a gunfight to end one's day,


 Once upon a time in a western town.

              Keith Garrett

                 IN A DREAM


 I saw you wandering in a dream,


 In the dark, quiet as you searched.


 Not a word spoken from your lips,


 What do you seek haunted one?


 I can't find my way back home as each night
 I roam,

 It is you who see me wandering in a dream.


 What do you search for asking one, 


 You are the dreamer who saw me wandering.


 Now tell me wanderer, who is the dreamer and who's 
 In the dream,

 Is it only I and are you the dream.


 You call me the haunted one but who is the haunted,


 Not a word from my lips but you are the sleeping 
 One.

 What is it that you seek, why can't you find your 
 Own way home,

 I do not know as sometimes i am in the dark and quiet.


               Keith Garrett

         IN THE COURSE OF A LIFETIME


 Born we are, each of us with a purpose unless 
 Altered,

 Nothing stops what we do depending on anything 
 In our way.

 We see so much with these eyes of mystery given 
 From the master,

 What about those without sight, is there a gift 
 That comes from here?

 Nothing taken for granted when you never saw 
 What You are missing,

 You now see with your heart and mind, this is 
 What challenges your time.

 We travel a thousand roads trying to choose the 
 Best way to go, we don't know,

 Decisions of intelligence, luck along the way, a 
 Prayer of hope and we may be okay,


 In the course of a lifetime, we pass each other by,     
 shake hands, laugh, and say goodbye.


                Keith Garrett