The Poems of David Garlick
Have you ever had a slug go squish between your toes, or felt a shell go crunch under your shoe.? Please look a little bit ahead and be more careful where you tread, which may reduce the damage you can do. For after all even a slug has reasons of his own to live […]
Wally’s, Woolly Mammoth mother was worried about Winter. Would the woollies she had knitted keep out the Arctic chill? Would his head be warm and cozy and his trunk all pink and rosy or tears run down his freezing face to drip upon the snow. The drips would soon make icicles that glinted in […]
On grassy banks the Blue bells nod, in welcome to a warming breeze. While Butter cups; all a glow, yell oh, we think that spring is here! David Garlick, Trent and Mersey, UK, May, 1999
Crocodiles lay basking on the mud bank. Ridged pebbled backs in gentle curve. Tails twitched now and then, making small waves and sandy swirls. Hooded eyes unblinking but aware. Each huge lizard seemed to be smiling; long teeth overlapping at mouth edge. Benign in rest, terrifying possibilities. Frightening thoughts of seizure in strong […]