The Poems of David Garlick
I was cold. Your hospitable service warmed me. I was thirsty. Your Sake nearly quenched it ! I was hungry. Your tasty food filled me. I was tired. Your fine music revived me. Thank you for welcoming a stranger. David Garlick, Tokyo, March, 1992
I was a dashing pirate once, when first I learnt to read. I fought with sword and pistol. My gallant crew I’d lead. We sailed a fleet, black schooner, the Sea Witch was her name and filled her holds with treasure we captured on the “Main.” But now I have grown older, my fantasies […]
We are the creatures of the Wing. We are free but bound to Nature. We are gathered as a flock. We are ready to journey, South. We are driven to reach, to fly – as a huge V in the sky. The day has dawned clear and bright, let us begin. Let us fly. […]
Fifty! Oh how ghastly. Where have youth and beauty gone? Where those quiet little glances from those poised and gentle men? And my figure, once so slender, now a fuller, rounded me. But inside I still feel twenty. So I think that’s what I’ll be. David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1990