The Poems of David Garlick
Fleas in the carpet. Cats on the floor. Ants in the bathroom. Dogs at the door. Snakes in the garden. Bees in the air. Birds in the branches. Raccoon in its lair. Carp in the fish pond. Frogs in the grass. Spiders in the undergrowth. Worms on the path. Beetles a scurrying. […]
I’m five today, how very grown up. The things I have learnt to do. I can brush my hair, clean my teeth and tie a bow in my shoe. I can carry a bag, when we visit the store. I can walk and run and skip. I can swing on a swing, slide on […]
Fall has arrived! Trees, splendid in their autumn finery, dance with the wind. Branches weave and bow making the streets gay with brilliant confetti. Children shriek in delight as they scatter mounds of leaves patiently piled by adults. The tang of bonfires bites nostrils. Dogs retrieve long lost bones – found in cleared flower […]
Dark and dank, the dead leaves lie, a blanket on the frosted ground. While dormant bulbs, in slumber rest, to wait the coming of the spring This dank but golden patch work quilt, a bounty from the noble trees, that shade the grass in summer time, now returns to nurture it. For […]