The Poems of David Garlick
A river quietly, tiny shining mirrors of times ago. Silent trees listen, hearing laughter long gone from ears. Memories hang webs dewed with tears, wafted with gaiety. Shadows in a forest, planted for war, harvest of peace. David Garlick, Brokenhurst, England, October, 1996
In hours of need, when all seems lost and troubles mount with crushing force. Remember how our love was born and how it’s grown through many years. Remember happy days we’ve spent, in doing things that we enjoy. And think about the years ahead that will be there for us to share. […]
I do not know this man at all but to acclaim his fame and skill. Yet somehow in my heart I feel that we would find a common bond. In love of form and texture strong. Of winds that fill, to shape a sail. The sound of waves against the hull And wheeling Sea […]
My son is not another me. He stands alone to find his place. If he has guts and drive to spare, his niche in life will wait for him. It’s not for me to say which way but only to guide if I am sure. Not sure of what I want for him […]