The Poems of David Garlick
In the cedar long house the People met. Quiet filled the hall. Only shadows moved – in the dance and flicker of torches. Heads bowed in mediation, the silence screamed of sorrow, anguish and shame. His transgression. Waiting, outside, in the sunshine, his eyes rose to the backdrop of cliffs, mist shrouded. Combed […]
I rattled a rat with a stick, one day, who climbed up a drain pipe to get away. It ran on the roof and jumped in a tree, where squirrel like it rattled at me! David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1998
I’m going to go, out dancing If it’s the last thing that I do. I’ll fade with the music, what more may I leave you? Let the music of life play on. I’ll trip the steps in time I’ll sing the words and laugh aloud Come sing the tune and rhyme. Guitar […]
How much my freedom means to me? The shadow of fear is gone. I may move at will and speak my mind. The cloud of oppression has blown away and I am free. How much my freedom means to me? The pain is gone and I am almost whole. It still hides within but […]