BY THE NAME OF SOLOMON



 Late eighteen hundreds in the North somewhere,


 A young boy by the name of Solomon had a life.


 From Virginia, Mississippi, his family traveled,


 An older brother and of course a loving mother.


 A father of no more but remembered and loved,


 Together they worked a piece of land, all they had.


 No longer slaves but yet enslaved in their world,


 Solomon had a dream to learn and become something.


 He ran away, saw the reality of what a brother had said,


 He would have to go back home, for now, work the field,


 A boy by the name of Solomon still dreamed, grew to be.

                      Keith Garrett

                                                                                           
                    A BOAT LOST



 Slowly floating, adrift in waters so calm,



 Why does it have no travelers, alone.



 Fog and mist surround this shape of wood,



 Where has it been, where does it travel?



 No answers does it give to questions,



 Drifting, slowly drifting to a place of nowhere.


                                     Keith Garrett

                       SUNRISE


 Darkness disappears' as day comes to life,


 Footsteps of mine traveling the morning light.


 The fog begins' to lift showing the beauty of God,


 I walk this way with hope by my side.


 Quiet as It's early, fore sleep still lingers,'


 On the move are these legs, tired, forever tired.


 Rays of light shine through the distant clouds,


 Sunrise has a story for a man roaming alone.


 Everything has changed as the days' seem the same,


 A song, he sings' a song In my ear always heard.


 My favorite music from the man from Jersey,


 Sunrise, sweet sunrise, each day my journey.


                        Keith Garrett  

                  TO CATCH THE WIND

 Out there free In the early morning light 
 From the sky,

 A shadowy figure stands motionless as the wind 
 Blows across the land.

 Feeling the fresh air swirling around this powerful 
 Spirit,

 It raises Its' head to the rising sun.


 Miles and miles to the North, South, East, and West,


 This great beast can run under the wide open sky.


 This miracle of nature, a magnificent creation from 
 Heaven,

 With speed and quickness, gallops to everywhere.


 Such a gentle friend which stands up tall,


 Fast, Oh! so fast he may run, and run to catch the wind.


                       Keith Garrett

                   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 

                  HE SITS IN THE PARK


 The heat of Summer, deadly, hot, humidity,


 What circumstances brought him here.


 He battles the elements, seasons of four,


 A meal this morning, fighting for more.


 Rain or shine, through the Winter nights,


 He seeks shelter, he sits in the park.


 His life is lived day by day, no place to stay,


 Under the stars is his view of the night.


 On his own and what can this man call home,


 Wherever he roams and stops is all he can claim.


 He sits in the dark, he sits in the park,


 At mornings light, beyond what is night.


 He's no less than what you see, who is he,


 A man with no plan, living in this land.

                             Keith Garrett                                        

                 ONE OF EVIL, ONE OF GOOD


 Born as twins, a mothers joy, a mothers pain,


 As they grew, evil and good, one a girl, the other boy.


 Darkness in the mind, thoughts of a wicked one,


 Happiness of another, smile of the decent one.


 Brother and sister, one of evil, one of good,


 Boy as he should be, girl that has a dark heart.


 Fore which is evil, which one is good,


 What lives in the souls of two,


 Good is evil and evil is good.


 Both possess an evil, they both know of the good.

              Keith Garrett

                 THEY TRIED TO TAKE OUR FARM


 To sweat and actually bleed, long hot days giving 
 Our all,

 When the rooster crows we are already starting the 
 Morning.

 What it takes to keep a farm, everyone pulling together 
 As one,

 You'll find out quick that no one will care, so you  
 Better Care more.

 The government decided they wanted our land, they asked 
 Politely,

 We said no! we don't want to sell, that wasn't really a 
 Question you see.

 They got mean, we decide to get meaner, no one is taking 
 Our farm,

 Here we'll stand with guns in hand, die if we must, this 
 Is our land.

 Together as one women and men we were ready to fight for 
 A Farm, our home,

 They tried to take our farm, we prayed for peace, we  
 Want This not to be.

 In the end we did not fall, we said it all, they went  
 Away This is our home.
                                Keith Garrett

                 WHAT MAKES GOD SAD


 The wonder's of the world, for us he made,


 A cool felt breeze on a Summer's day.


 Mountains that stand so tall up above,


 Oceans and rivers, that which does live in them.


 What makes God sad is the hatred towards one another,


 The destruction of land for a dollar put in hand.


 Thinking of only ones self, perhaps not lending 
 A helping hand,

 Murder, the taking of a life, this wasn't his plan.


 Pollution of lakes and streams, toxic waste not dreamed,


 The air being destroyed, does anybody even care.


 Abuse of all that is here, what man values is not 
 What he shared,

 What makes god sad should bring shame to this world.


                       Keith Garrett 

                    REAL AND MAKE BELIEVE


 The sun rises when the night disappears,


 The moon has no cheese, the man does not appear.


 Love can be very real, pretending to love, a sad 
 Ordeal,

 Hate is real, thoughts of murder over it, a nightmarish 
 Fairytale.

 A walk along the beach, a reality to be seen, sky will 
 Not fall down,

 I have seen sadness fore it is not make believe, happy 
 May not be real.

 The world is full of beauty and in a state of scary  
 Affairs, It's seen as no fantasy,

 Cartoons are not so real just as heaven is real but a 
 Fantastic dream not yet seen.

 Real and make believe, what a child believes, an adults 
 Living reality of dreams or screams.

                                Keith Garrett