DAWN TO DUSK


 I say good night to you, my love and then I dream 
 Of you,

 Until another day arrives and life begins anew.


 I say good morning in the dawn and greet you with a 
 Smile,

 Too thank you for the many ways you make the world 
 Worth While.

 Your ever soft and soothing words that calm my wildest 
 Fears,

 Your fond, forgiving nature when I bring you only tears.


 The happy songs you sing to me with courage in your heart,


 And your endearing letters when we have to be apart.


 You are my hope and vision and my faithful, guiding 
 Light,

 In every bright good morning, love, and every sweet  
 Good Night.

                 Leon Russell Garrett

                       MY FATHER

                   BENEATH AN APPLE TREE


 Fall has come to visit once again, watch the 
 Leaves float down,

 The air changes here in this place, this place of 
 Change over years.

 One thing that stands still here among change is an 
 Older apple tree,

 What stories it would tell if only it could speak the 
 Words of man.

 Beneath this old apple tree, rests in a grave a man 
 Who once lived,

 Let's say his name was Ben, who was he, so many years 
 Before he was.

 Ben was a family man with a wife and children on a 
 Small farm,

 A good life as he along with his family did age just 
 As the apple tree did.

 Ben one day went away, the apple tree stayed, it has  
 Aged Until this day,

 Beneath an apple tree lies the body, the remains of  
 A man, A memory.

 Watched over and time spent, always, a man and a  
 Tree, Together they be.

                           Keith Garrett

                 GHOSTS ARE WHERE?


 I believe in ghosts, spirits that are here among us,


 Do they wander all around us as we live and sleep?


 Sit at the edge of our beds talking to us while we dream,


 Are they angry or sad, happy with smiles that last 
 Forever?

 Are there mean and evil ones that cause us pain while 
 We sleep?

 Maybe the unexplained events in our land are because of 
 Them?

 I think we have ghosts among us from many different 
 Centuries,
 Possibly they visit a world they can never again live in, 
 Missing.

 Do they trap themselves in a world where they no longer 
 Belong,

 Afraid to move on to a new world, scared as they are not 
 Quite sure.

 Ghosts are where? forever they wander between what we 
 Can not see.
                              Keith Garrett

                                                                                             
                 GREATNESS IN THE EIGHTIES



 What a team, a very special and amazing group of men,

 Seems like just yesterday they were here now a memory 
 So fine.
 They were the Lakers with quickness and speed,

 Down the floor they would run, no one like them could 
 There be.
 They could pass the ball with such finesse,

 Wizards of the court when they were at their best.

 Something special each one would have to give,

 Together they were an orchestra, like music so fine.

 Destroy their opponent each battle they would do,

 These talented sportsmen to the world all knew.

 Magic their leader, on the floor there was nothing he 
 Couldn't do,
 A man called big game James, as fast and quick with the 
 Things he could do.
 One they called Cooper for his Coop-a-loop,

 Beside him, there was Byron who could shoot the ball too,

 Don't forget A.C. Green who fought for his dream.

 Of course in the middle,  now in the  hall of fame,

 King Kareem was their giant with his hook so mean.

 Let's not forget Superman, Kurt Rambis a big part,

 Who fought for his team with such a great heart.

 Los Angeles Lakers,

 Greatness in the eighties.  Keith Garrett

                                                                                                  
                    BOYS FROM LIVERP00L


 From out of England these four were born,

 Back some years ago is what we know.

 In Liverpool, they started on their road to fame,

 They were called the Beatles, remember their name.
                                                                                         
 To sing of love to sing of pain,

 Talented were they, from their hearts they would play.

 Known as the fab four, innocent were their smiles,

 These young men of British descent would be with us for
 A while.
 By the name of Paul, on the guitar, he could play,

 With the voice of words, his thoughts he would say.

 John he was called, to the world he was known,

 With his written words and guitar, he would go far.

 Quiet was George, with a smile so bright,

 Oh! could he sing and pick the guitar strings.

 On his drums, he would hammer and bang as he felt,

 Named Ringo like no other but all four were like 
 brothers.
 Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, George Harrison, John 
 Lennon.
          Keith Garrett

                              A 
                        WORLD OF TIME


 From the hands of time to the international 
 Date line,

 We take our time from Greenwich, the hourglass is 
 Our sand of time.

 Wrist watches, stop watches, twelve months in a year,


 Fifty two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days.


 Twenty four hours to our day, is it long enough to 
 Live and play?

 Minutes disappear, seasons tick away.


 We work about eight hours with what we do,


 Forty hours a week, we're never through.


 Maybe two days off, forty eight hours to rest,


 Only so much time to love and visit with anyone.


 Time to feed the kids, time to feed the dog,


 Not enough time to stay young, awake and start the clock,


 A world of time, always on the mind.


                     Keith Garrett

                   ADRIFT AT SEA


 No memory have I of how this came to be,


 Lost and alone, just me and the sea.


 Day after day, across endless water,


 Above only sky, and the seagulls that fly.


 Get by do I with only little water and food,


 Maybe a hope and a prayer that it may get me through.


 In the distance perhaps a dolphin or whale,


 My imagination is running wild.


 Thinking of what's below me scares me some,


 Loneliness is worse, fore nobody listens.


 A dream am I having, or my personal hell,


 Until the end of this,I'll not be able to tell.


 Up ahead, what is it that I see,


 My hope and prayer is answered to me,


 No longer will I be, adrift at sea.

                           Keith Garrett                                             

                     A NEW PARADISE


 I sit back and think of the possibility that 
 We may start again,

 If not here then is there some other place of peace 
 And happiness.

 In the beginning we hear about a garden, it disappeared 
 From us,

 A new paradise where we can hear the birds sing without 
 Trouble on the horizon.

 Listen to the wind without the painful, tragic, sounds 
 Of sirens,

 A wonderful island, a new world where we are equal in 
 Every way.

 Money holds no meaning in this paradise home where not 
 A soul walks alone,

 Food so plenty, pains of hunger never again in this new 
 Paradise where all are friends.

 Sickness no more, no worries of a cure that was learned 
 About many years before,
 A place that sounds familiar, written in story books, a 
 Fantasy not believed.

 Believe in this as once such a place did exist, a lesson 
 Learned if so happens again.
              Keith Garrett

           OVER THE HILL TO A DIFFERENT WORLD


 From yesterday is where I come from, my life is 
 With a wife and child,

 Seeking a new life and possibly a different place 
 Of settling down.

 We are pioneers of the early nineteenth century 
 Traveling across

 The hot desert where there is much hardship, sickness 
 And hunger,

 There's a chance I must take as my son is very sick 
 With fever this day.

 I say goodbye to all in our wagon train for now as I 
 Say perhaps there

 Over the hill I will find help, faith walks with me as 
 I begin my quest

 Over the hill to a different world as I pass over the 
 Top of the ridge.

  Am I dreaming as these impossible things appear before 
 My tired eyes,

 The wagon train is gone, vanished into the air, this 
 Can not be.

 I see traveling machines, music, and that which can not 
 Possibly exist,

 People so different, I'm looked at so strangely as I 
 Tell of my plight.

 My son is sick I say, he's over that hill, a kind woman 
 She was,

 A bottle, something inside, these will make him better 
 I'm told.

 I must go now, I run for the hill, I climb as this world 
 Is not mine,

 At the top I now see again my world and wagon train, I 
 Look back.

 The world I walked into is now gone, only desert I left 
 Behind, my son does not die.
                             Keith Garrett

                                                                                                          
                      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