The Poems of David Garlick
The house is hot in Summer time. South windows catching all the sun and far below, the glassy sea is patterned with a currents flow. Our garden hums with many sounds, a buzzing bee, the whir of wings. The chatter of a cool lawn spray and leaves that rustle in a breeze. Waves of […]
Early in the morning she sat on my lap. Chubby legs, dimpled at the knee. Golden hair, still mussed from sleep. Warm, she lent against my chest. To share my toast. Early in the morning we talked of many things. She asked. “What is snow? Why chickens lay eggs? Where Summer comes from […]
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 […]
Wally’s, Woolly Mammoth mother was worried about Winter. Would the woollies she had knitted keep out the Arctic chill? Would his head be warm and cozy and his trunk all pink and rosy or tears run down his freezing face to drip upon the snow. The drips would soon make icicles that glinted in […]