The Poems of David Garlick
Near our home there is a magic lake. Not a big lake but a very pretty one. Two lakes really but once it was one, I think. More like large ponds set among aspen trees, willow, popular, birch, evergreens and bushes of blackberry, salmon berry, Huckleberry and red current, offering a snack or a bucket […]
It was the first time, for me anyway. It was the first time that I had taken a child to school, to leave her there. It was the first time I had felt that loss. I was over whelmed by this. I had read of and seen this commonplace act. I had heard of […]
How hard it is to let them grow, from boisterous childhood to surly youth. From cute and clean, to teen revolt. From children, to budding adulthood. How hard it is. How hard it is to let them go. Like ghosts the memories of tiny feet, shrill voices and waterfalls of laughter – […]
I do not think that good marriages are made in heaven and like wise, they are not destroyed in hell; though it may, at times, seem like it. No, good marriages are made by people and destroyed by people. The good and the bad, the well meaning, the simple they are conceived in love, lust […]