The Poems of David Garlick
They’re leaving, one by one, those people, of my distant youth. I see the women then, in bright printed cotton. The men, bronzed by the desert sun, gleaming with youth and vigor. Now they slip away, leaving us the fewer. The keening wind blows – the dust and sand. Songs of days long gone. […]
Old dog, old friend, how many years have gone, since first we cuddled you? Or romped through trees, to roll on grass or chased the children through the snow. But years have fled, leaving you old, with joints that ache and muzzle gray. Yet still you stagger to your feet to welcome those you […]
He wasn’t a hero but he was a brave man. He wasn’t a great sailor but he loved the sea. He wasn’t always kind but he was always honest. He wasn’t the best businessman but he always told the truth. He wasn’t a rich man but he was generous with […]
¿Adonde vas? old man. Sun is still behind the hill. The rooster has not spoken. I walk away from sleep and all the ghosts that haunt there. I leave them in their dark to, seek the light. Pero, ¿porqué vas? There is no need to journey. She will make bread and you […]