The Poems of David Garlick
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 […]
The snow has almost gone. It lies in green edged clouds on crushed lawns and in wet ditches. Soon, like sugar in coffee, it will melt leaving only a kind memory and a loving last lick. I love the snow, it tickles me as it floats to earth; like feathers, drifting, weaving, tumbling, falling, […]
There is a magic carpet that wafts us round the world. With classic form, flowers gay and glorious colours swirled. Of texture soft or rugged, of silk or finest wool; so skillful in it’s weaving, that snags will never pull. It has a thousand borders where patterns play their roll; with a multitude of tiny […]
The Walton Park in Clevedon, is a faded posh hotel. Which once was rather elegant but time has tolled its knell. We stayed there once on holiday; ’twas in the month of June. That we witnessed to our horror the case of the missing prunes. ________ . ________ They were old and […]