The Poems of David Garlick
I hear the sound of wind in trees. Leaves rattle and talk to the night. Soon they will fall, harvest of gold. Rain on the roof, what does it say? Drum beats in a forest, words for me? A flurry of tears, voice in the dark. Soon snow will whisper soft sounds. […]
Little wealth have we but it’s more than enough; for our hearts are full as the sea. Our family, wide as an ocean stretch, far as a mind can be. And all our friends, like moons and stars, revolve in a timeless way; through our lives and times in an endless parade, as bright […]
In my house there are rules for spiders. We may come and go as we wish. But if we foolishly wander the flag stones; underfoot, we may end up as squish! It’s OK to live in a corner, in a crack or under the fridge but hang from the light or the curtains. […]
As Boilermakers go he went as far as he could go. With booze and broads and gambling his money he would blow. He worked on any job he could to keep him in the black and when he was away from home he’d find a place to shack. So any skirt he happened […]