The Poems of David Garlick
The shelves of this world are ladened with imperfect cups! Some with broken handles, others chipped, even cracked. But once filled with a lively conversation soup and held in your hand, they will sooth your soul and warm the cockles of your heart. David Garlick, Sidney, August, 2001
Summer winds and friends. Warm word breezes softly stir. Thoughts shared, lives enriched. David Garlick
Parents share good times. Summer winds bring warm moments. A gift to long remember. David Garlick
I used to be a wanderer around the bay and world. My adventurers were many and our sails were seldom furled. But then my boot tops faltered. Creased and scared, they leaked they smelt. My beautiful colour faded and my plastic commenced to melt. So my Alpha trimmed my uppers I became sea shoes […]