The Poems of David Garlick
If there’s an age I’d like to be, I think I’d chose to stay forty. Old enough to know to say no. Young enough, still plenty of go. Time would be mine to do great things. Young enough to still have dreams. Slay a dragon, sail a sea and still a chance to just […]
The dogs greeted us, Annie staggering with arthritis, Big brown Bob, not bright but a power house of youth, and Thor, a Puck of a dog. Eyes that ask questions, not understanding the answers but he understands sticks. “I will fetch for you for as long as you have the strength to throw. Two […]
Kedah has gone away. He has been away before but then he resonated. Now there is no whisper, no distant feel from him. He is far, far away. His scent is still here but his place is cold. Not as before, when we knew he would return. Now we only feel sad. Our […]
The world of my dreams is a wondrous place, a wondrous place to be. I can dream of Lions and Tigers and such or of course, I can dream about me. I dream I can fly, high up in the sky. I dream I can breathe in the sea. I dream I can run or […]