The Poems of David Garlick
I stand beneath these Douglas firs, that soar like pillars of a nave, as slanting beams of sunlight pierce the silent arches of the glade. Eight hundred years of vibrant growth unmoving to my watchful eye. this mighty stand of forest giants saved from the fallers flashing blade. A man of the […]
I saw her run today. Long legs, hair blowing free. The crowd drummed the sun filled stands and rose in noisy unison to greet her flowing stride. What pride in one we hardly know. What thrill to cheer her on. What joy to see her run so well. What tears that spill to […]
And the waves weep. Tears sweep the gleaming sand. Water etches sculptures in the cliffs. We only see the rocks. As the waves weep, our tears drip from our chins. Drops of water wear holes in stone. Are we the waves? And the waves laugh. Their notes like sea gulls rise to nest […]
The Black Locus, Acacia is a flaming beacon of a thousand golden tongues. Each one exploring the breeze, chattering, nudging the wind. A crowd of leaves discussing the Fall colours so rich to the eye. Laughter! The Weeping Willow hangs her head, arms brushing the ground. Still green, her long fingers touch the cobbles. […]