The Poems of David Garlick
I shall miss these gentle people, their grace and happy smiles. Bamboo stirred by a breeze, butterflies among the flowers. I shall miss their language, the whisper of leaves in a tree, water splashing a fountain; chatter of bright birds. I shall miss the sound of waves – talking to a sandy […]
When the Loons call as evening falls, a haunting cry across the golden lake, and trees that lace a hilltop turn black against the orange sky. Then our eyes and ears enchanted by these gifts that we enjoy. Give thanks in silent gratitude for our senses, lives and friends David Garlick, Quesnel, July, 1994 […]
We stood in a lineup with a package for Nana. I watched all the people purchasing stamps. Then at last it was our turn, so I said to the woman who served at the counter in navy blue pants. “Please have you the time to answer a question? I know you are busy but […]
Maybe a gift can slowly bud, unknowing what the flower will be. A green shell waiting for the warmth, to bring it forth for all to see. The warmth of love is all it takes and faith to wait for what may come. How seldom is this love or faith given to those who […]