The Poems of David Garlick
Near our home there is a magic lake. Not a big lake but a very pretty one. Two lakes really but once it was one, I think. More like large ponds set among aspen trees, willow, popular, birch, evergreens and bushes of blackberry, salmon berry, Huckleberry and red current, offering a snack or a bucket […]
It started off quite simply. “We want a house.” they said. “With old world charm, a view of the sea and room for our king size bed.” Three bedrooms will do, with a bathroom or two and a garage, now that’s understood. But we don’t have much cash and I’m sorry to say our […]
The click of bowls upon the Green. The scowls of anguish, grins of joy. Bodies contort to guide unheeding bowls that wobble uselessly and die unloved. The lucky wick that wins an end. A skilful arc that dances with the Jack. The anguish felt when a fat end is lost to unlikely shot, […]
I’m only a Mud Shrimp, a ghost in the slime but my work is important, of ancient design. There are others that live here, part of the chain, please don’t evict us, It is you we sustain. David Garlick, North Saanich, May, 2005 This poem was written and presented to help preserve […]