The Poems of David Garlick
In threads of golden gossamer her web hangs in the mornings dew. It glints when sunbeams crest the hill, to blaze like jewels in crowns may shine. And as the warmth of a summer’s day steals these gems our eyes enjoy. She takes her place, at center stage, to wait for some unwary prey. […]
Have you ever had a slug go squish between your toes, or felt a shell go crunch under your shoe.? Please look a little bit ahead and be more careful where you tread, which may reduce the damage you can do. For after all even a slug has reasons of his own to live […]
Large soft eyes and sleek skins. Udders quiver pleasantly. Hips swing. Ponderous minds. Rhythmic jaw movements; sliding and rolling; occasional bubbles! How cow-like gum chewers are. David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, March, 1998
On grassy banks the Blue bells nod, in welcome to a warming breeze. While Butter cups; all a glow, yell oh, we think that spring is here! David Garlick, Trent and Mersey, UK, May, 1999