Five
I’m five today, how very grown up. The things I have learnt to do. I can brush my hair, clean my teeth and tie a bow in my shoe. I can carry a bag, when we visit the store. I can walk and run and skip. I can swing on a swing, slide on […]
The Poems of David Garlick
I’m five today, how very grown up. The things I have learnt to do. I can brush my hair, clean my teeth and tie a bow in my shoe. I can carry a bag, when we visit the store. I can walk and run and skip. I can swing on a swing, slide on […]
Adieu my friends, for I’m away to Mexico but you may travel with me in my mind. I’ll sense you when the sun is warm or in a noisy market place. At peace with me in lofty church or where the breeze makes busy leaves. You’ll join me in a balmy sea where gaudy fish, […]
A man stood in the shadows, in the shadow of his cameras. Shadows gathered around; the shadows of another time. Shadows played within his mind, of years long gone, a pantomime, when love and laughter were alive and children grew up strong. When wild places called a man to live a life to ancient […]
Waves born, as ripples, beyond the horizon of time, eventually break on the shores of life. The damage they do or the pleasure they give is a measure of our ability to live. David Garlick, Victoria. September, 1995