The Poems of David Garlick
Some hold Mother In Laws in dread but mine’s a perfect dear. For Margaret is more of a friend, than someone I should fear. No, mines a special lady and it gives me joy to tell, of a wonderful Welsh woman that I love so very well. Where other mothers nag and […]
El anochecer se ha acercado a la colina. Las gentes se acercaron tambien. Velas y disfraces se vein por doquier, un burro decorado con alfombra prendida con rayas y colores. Maria vestida con una manto verde, buscala ! … delante del sendero. Con nosotros las banderas, trombetas y tambores. Las velas brillan sujetadas por […]
At dusk, the people gathered on the hillside. Candles and costumes, a donkey’s bright stripped rug for Mary, robed in green, to ride on. Then, banners, bugles and drums; while guttering candles, held tight, moved slowly down the road, led by dancers with plumes and bells. Voices raised in hymn, sang praises. Faith shone in […]
On a chest of draws he proudly stood. Dressed in nothing but Bat wings and hood. Poised for flight, frolic or fantasy; rampant he stood there for her to see. Few people lived, in that small mining town. But those that did, kept an ear to the ground. For something juicy, was new news […]