The Poems of David Garlick
What is this voice that speaks to me, when wild wind howls and rigging strums. The thrash and thump of waves on hull and dark, dark nights spawn fears. A voice from somewhere deep within; a cautious caring voice of calm. A voice that waken senses sapped by lack of sleep or freezing cold. […]
We called him The Major. The Leader of the Thirty Fifth. Who gave his time so generously, to a troop of Sea Scout boys. We came there from all over. From good homes and bad homes. From rich homes and poor homes his crew of buccaneers. He gave us a place to meet. A […]
Is this the place old friend? The runways gone, though I still feel asphalt underfoot. The scent of gorse, wild plants have taken back their heath and we, are just a memory. Is it really fifty years? Lets sit a while to drink a toast to all the men, who, as the prayer says, […]
I planted a rose in my garden. Watered and tended it grew. Reaching verdantly upwards, as if my purpose it knew. Slowly, in tight buds it flourished. Patient, I bided my time. Waiting for that special moment when the bloom would be in its prime. Early when dew gemmed the garden, with diamonds, […]