SOUNDS' OF THE EAGLES'


  Through the years' they soar like birds',


  With their voices are sounds' of musical words'.


  They cry out to those who would hear as they play,


  The thoughts' In their minds, with a guitar they will 
  Say.

  Smiles of emotion, on their faces each one,


  All come together, apart they are none.


  They all tell a story, of their lives as they sing,


  Memories of the past, to the presence now they bring.


  Don, Glen, Joe, and Timothy,


  One, Two, Three, Four sounds' of the Eagles',


  Are what they were born to be.

                                   Keith Garrett

                                     UNSEEN


 I'm all around, sometimes I'll go away,




 In the morning, a visit, maybe at the end of your day.




  I've been known to whisper or at times a scream,




 I push through the trees, perhaps awake you from a 
 Dream.



  I may go very fast or swirl around,




  Everywhere Is where I am bound.




  Since the beginning of time, from then I was born,




  Always will I be here with an unseen form.


                                   Keith Garrett

                           MY SON SCOTT,

                          EL GATO GRANDE


  It seems just yesterday, Scotty you were called,
  Riding on my shoulders' as we walked through the town.


  My little boy has grown to such a special young man,
  Responsible are you doing all that one can.


  El' Gato Grande Is what you liked to be called,
  Back In time when you were small.


  I'm very proud to call you my son,
  Helping me out when the job needed to be done.


  The art of Kung- Fu Is now part of your life,
  Strong Inside, some wisdom to your life.


  I love you Scott, please never forget,
  In my heart Is where you'll forever be.


                  FOR YOU SCOTT,

                       LOVE DAD.  

                         A  LONER OF A MAN


  He saw the sun but when the sun went down,


  He wanted nothing more of that which was around.


  Heading for the great Colorado Rocky mountains said
  He,

  I will not be back until I see a land of eternity.


  A long time ago, this man, not many would know,


  As for the few, he treated them with kindness, they 
  Would  Not forget.

  A loner of a man, no choice to love and care, an 
  Inherited Family,

  Because he did help another kind, they took from him
  The Love In is life.

  He wanted to be alone and he learned to care, again  
  Only Pain and despair,

  A mountain man you see, he had a life, until life met 
  Eternity.
                                  Keith Garrett

                               THE WARRIOR


  Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, the
  Warrior,

  Fear lives within him fore this emotion brings wisdom.


  Strong as he fights for that which he believes,


  A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


  A family, not In this souls' plans, born to walk alone,


  This chosen way that may haunt Is just a house of cards.


  It's not said that a bad man Is he, quietly the sun rises 
  For him,

  This path chosen, a quiet one If those choose to let It 
  Be Not a fight.

  Always ready for battle, though silently lives In the 
  Shadows,

  This wanting to be left In peace man Is a warrior on his 
  Own.
                           Keith Garrett 

                                 THERE'S A PLACE



  Follow the road underneath a falling snow,



  Beyond the trees, the hills, there's a place I know.



  Peaceful to the ear, musical sounds of Winter,



  Trickles of water dripping down, Ice covered lake.



  The sky is full of snowflakes, soon touching the ground,



  Nature all around, it makes its own sound.



  Trees covered in white, there are no stars this night,



  The only thing of light is a fire made among the frigid 
  Night.


  There's a place to hold in my thoughts, my place,



  It's far from here, so if you follow the road under a  
  Falling Snow.


  Then maybe you can call it your own.

                         Keith Garrett

                          THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD


  Through a twister, she journeys' across the sky,


  From her home In Kansas, she and her dog said 
  Goodbye.

  To fantasy from reality, In a place she fell,


  Of tiny people, In this land where they dwelled.


  If home Is where she wanted then a walk she 
  Would take,

  Down a long road of yellow brick, to a city, she 
  Would make.

  Along the way, three friends' she would meet,


  Searching for something, each one was unique.


  Till the end, they would fight a wicked soul,


  Conquer and receive what It was they were told.


  Click your heels' together, one, two, three,


  There's no place like home, back there she would be.


                                       Keith Garrett 

                           STRENGTH AND POWER


  With so much force and power am I,


  Formed In the beginning, only time knows just why.


  I travel and move up and down,


  Over and under, my crash forms a sound.


  All that lives here answers to me,


  These creatures are many, on land they're not to be.


  I move along across the sand,


  Sometimes I'm sitting calm, other times, high I'll 
  Stand.

  Everywhere Is seen by me, 


  I've visited far off places just like thee.


  Throughout time many have sailed across my path,


  At times kind I am to them but so many have felt my 
  Wrath.

  I am strength and power, I am the ocean.


                                    Keith Garrett 

                               STRENGTH


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



  It Is known 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 knowledge 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

                                         VOICES


  Around us, we hear those who speak,
   Words and phrases to others' who will hear.


  So many different tones from mouths each day,
  Softly spoken or In a deep mean way.


  Talking a lot Is a way for some,
   Fast and unclear Is another way too.


  We hear many voices as we spend our day,
  Talking about their lives and crying about their pain.


   Voices are heard singing songs,
   Which makes us happy and brings our emotions 
   Outside.

   On the phone, there are voices, to us spoken words,
   We can't even see them but still they are heard.


   Without voices, we will not be heard,
   If we are not heard, then there Is silence.


                                  Keith Garrett