The Poems of David Garlick
I stood upon a golden hill, rolling land sparsely treed. A lake smooth as tinted silk reflected all that I could see. So still the lake but in my mind I see the Paddle Wheeler’s wake and on its decks bold people stand, beside the trade goods, piled high. This was their only highway […]
We will miss him always cheerful. always pleasant, always fun. Always attentive, always understanding. Always generous, A Gentleman. David Garlick, Victoria, November, 1994 For Mugs Townshend and family
I knew a man and now he is gone. I did not know him well; just at bowls. He seemed kind, a cheerful happy man. I liked him but I did not really know him. One day I heard he was dying of cancer. I did not visit him; he had many friends, why […]
In the growing dusk she sat – in her favorite chair on the porch. This was her ritual, something to look forward to – as the light faded. The day’s tasks done, fulfillment. Another day among so many, now thoughts of distant family and departed friends visited her. Not sadly but in an awareness […]