FEET IN THE CREEK



  Beneath the trees that touch the sky,


  Down where their leaves fall to the ground.


  Across a meadow, beyond the grass so tall,


  A creek with flowing water, I travel under the sun.


  What a treat, my shoes are off, my feet in the creek,


  Under these trees that have stood here for some time,


   Beneath the blue and clouded sky, water touches my 
   Feet,

  Feet in the creek, a cool, flowing breeze, just these 
  Things and me.

                                            Keith Garrett

                               THE FLOWING RIVER


  I sit and watch the flowing river, the river runs away 
  From me,



  I'm here alone, beneath the singing trees, the river 
   Flows Into the sea.



  Looking down upon the valley, the river flows between 
  The rocks and me,



  I watch the trees, the valley is seen, the flowing river is a 
  Forever dream.



  The sun is setting upon all that is seen, I am life, and the 
  River is me,



  I am not pretend as I have been forever, the flowing 
  River Flows through me.
                                Keith Garrett

                           THE GREATEST TIME


  Watching the kids throwing snowballs in the cold,



 Snow falling down, clapping their hands, joyful sounds.



  Sleds and saucers, laughter rings through the day,



  I am here as I am shown the greatest time a child 
  May have.


  Making a snowman come to life, snow angels upon 
  The ground,


  Watching their dreaming eyes wish upon a star, a 
  Lifetime ahead.


  Like looking back in time when the magic was more  
  Alive, It fades,


  The greatest time is watching children fly with no scars 
  To hide.
                Keith Garrett

                                THE VIGILANTE


  A peaceful man, calm was he with a smile so 
  Bright,

 Until they took his wife,, then his daughter's life.


 His world was turned inside out, nothing will be the 
 Same,

  His name is known within the business world, the 
  Nights are his.

  A man who did have a family, now he takes the lives of 
  Them who take,

  His life is much different now, days of a regular 
  Citizen, Nights of vengeance.

  He now lives within himself, with the pain he inflicts 
  Upon The evil that bring pain,

  He is the vigilante, a good man who had enough of bad 
  People in a crazy world.

                                      Keith Garrett

                               SHE SITS ALONE


  In her cozy little home, she sits alone,


  Out of the window the birds sing, they wait.


  A lady wakes to her day, she sees the sun,


  A smile on her face as she watches.


  It's a beautiful day as she strolls out into the yard,


  Into her garden with food for her flying friends.


  Bluebirds can sense the table of peanuts,


 They are most happy as they gather a favorite food.


  She watches as the squirrels sit and eat,


  She sits alone but never so alone.


  There's a peace within the trees and plants,


  She thinks and dreams, quiet is the scene,


  She sits alone with friends that roam.


                                    Keith Garrett

                        THIS BOY FROM TUPELO


  From Mississippi, born quite some time ago,


 The name of Elvis, would be forever known.


  Gospel music, he could sing very well,


  Growing up In a town, where the poor would dwell.


   He loved his mother, to her a song he would sing,


  Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy, fame this 
  Would bring.

  Moving on to Memphis, a place In Tennessee,


 A mansion known as Graceland, now the home for he.


  Always near by, on him an eye they keep,


  Called the Memphis Mafia, Is who they would be.


   A show he puts' on In such places well known,


  All over the world his legend has grown.


  When his time came, the Lord made his visit,


  Away Elvis went with him, to the music we still listen.


                               Keith Garrett                    

                       FROM OUT OF MY WINDOW


  I gazed outside at a bird on a limb,


  So many clouds made my light very dim.


  The things I see are not so new,


  From out of my window, a simple view.


  I stand here watching as time goes by,


  I listen for the sound, I can hear nature cry.


  The wind passes by, through the trees It blows,


  Stare out at the night, watch as the moon glows.


  As day becomes night and the night turns to day,


  Time does not stand still but from out of my window


  I see things  my own way.

                                      Keith Garrett

                                     BETWEEN THE TREES


  From the road I step beyond, into another world,


  Peaceful beauty is waiting as my morning begins.


  No one here but me and whatever lives between the 
  Trees,

  Listen to the birds high above, what types sing 
  Different Songs?

  I step into the darkened forest with my feet 
  Crunching The Aged leaves,

  Quiet sounds are everywhere, things not seen, look 
  Close As they are to be.

  Shadows move with the swaying branches just as they 
  Move With time,

  Between the trees there is a most colorful, landscape 
   To Take in, Follow me.

  There is life here that has stood for many generations, 
  Beyond History,

  Between the trees so many men and women have dreamed, 
  All Things seen.
                                            Keith Garrett

                                            1969


  I was a child in 1969, I had not a clue of the world,


  I knew of certain things, those of which I lived through.


  Riding my bike, and a deadly Halloween night, that's 
 Right,

  I remember all that I did as a kid, a lifetime ago, and a 
 Family.

  Vietnam was a reality, and I was protected by my  
   Childish World,

  Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, Clint Eastwood was 
 The man.

  Raindrops keep falling on my head, Simon and Garfunkel 
  Were  Grand.

  Scooby Doo and all of the colorful cartoons that I knew, I  
  Think Of you,

  Baseball with the miracle mets, Bill Russell, and the 
   Champion  Celtics.

  Joe Namath with his Guarantee, the Jets beat the Colts,  
   Charles Manson, And history,

  The Innocence of the Brady Bunch, walk on the moon, Led 
   Zeppelin, And a tune,

  1969 was the year when love and innocence were mixed 
  With My day.

                                         Keith Garrett

                              A THANK YOU, DEAR LORD


  It's me again, many thoughts swirl in my head,


  For this life you gave to me, i am most grateful.


  I wake each morning to the rain or shine,


  You've let me walk your worldly creation, i'm still alive.


  I forget at times and also for granted take,


  This life is precious, there's much good in the world.


   A thank you dear lord for the things given to me,


  The wonders of this land at times are hard to see.


   I'll try to remember that fragile is man,


  Speak to you soon, I keep trying to understand and 
 Be the best I can.
                    Keith Garrett