The Poems of David Garlick
The curtains of winter are closing around us. The mountains are shrouded, the sea is slate gray. Branches are dripping, the flowers are wilted, a fog horn is wailing, waves crash in the bay. Lone Rock is guarding the beach which is littered with logs that escaped from a boom far at sea. […]
Britain has many mysteries but the strangest one of all. Is how to make the plumbing work in the small room down the hall. Some you pull and some you push and some will need a special touch. But you are not sure of success until you here that welcome flush. Also beware that […]
He sat across from me, sunlight glinting in his beard. A show of gold in a miner’s pan. A flash of excitement in a graveled day! But Guy is no miner. Not for gold anyway. Perhaps for words, words that flowed easily, like a large river, not as a mountain stream. Words […]
In ancient times great caravans of camels, horses, mules and men, marched in swaying unison across the great plains of the world. Camels with supercilious stare. Arab horses, tails held high. The plodding mule in stubborn mood and merchants in their flowing robes. The railways brought a faster pace to the trade […]