The Poems of David Garlick
Children of the world reach out, to touch another land. Children of the world reach out, to clasp an offered hand. Close your eyes and think about, those children arm in arm. A chain that circles round our world, to keep it safe from harm. And then in many different tongues, their voices […]
In the early morning, fingers of mist crept onto the sundeck to kiss the windows. At sea, bell buoy sang and fog horn moaned. All else was silent as stars and no waves spoke against the rocks. By midday the mist had retreated – to the islands floating in the bay. Light made lace […]
The creeks run red with the blood of the hills as ax and chain saw bite deep. The slaughter of trees for the market place make protesters blockade and weep. The slopes are bare and the stumps, like tombs litter the clear cut field. The logging roads slash an ancient face with a […]
Yesterday was Remembrance Day. Last night the trees, in the wood behind us, went to war. They shouted, pushed each other and waved their limbs. Then they lashed out, snapped branches and bellowed in fury, calling on the wind to hear their cries. Small plants, crushed by debris, cowered. Bushes, torn apart lay tattered on […]