The Poems of David Garlick
On a chest of draws he proudly stood. Dressed in nothing but Bat wings and hood. Poised for flight, frolic or fantasy; rampant he stood there for her to see. Few people lived, in that small mining town. But those that did, kept an ear to the ground. For something juicy, was new news […]
What is this voice that speaks to me, when wild wind howls and rigging strums. The thrash and thump of waves on hull and dark, dark nights spawn fears. A voice from somewhere deep within; a cautious caring voice of calm. A voice that waken senses sapped by lack of sleep or freezing cold. […]
As darkness overtakes my eyes the pain is eased in aching joints. I drift upon my soft, soft cloud and dream about my younger days. There is no crying as I go just words of kindness and of love, they lie beside me on the ground to hold me close and ease my way. […]
We called him The Major. The Leader of the Thirty Fifth. Who gave his time so generously, to a troop of Sea Scout boys. We came there from all over. From good homes and bad homes. From rich homes and poor homes his crew of buccaneers. He gave us a place to meet. A […]