The Poems of David Garlick
What are these writings in the sand these ancient runes I can not read? Are they the story of my life? Not as the pages of a book but rather, to encourage me to think about what might have been. And having thought about those chances lost to build, to guide, to cherish or […]
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 […]
The waves are calling me, their voices gruff and lonely. Their rolling chorus speaks of far away, of icy rivers and the swells that sweep the oceans roundly. They call that ancient part of me that I know not but which is strong as tides pulled by the moon. I hear the music of […]
I love the pungent scent of sun drenched pines. Bell sounds uttered by mountain stream. Soaring eagle holding up the sky. Fleeting glimpse of marmot, mink or goat. I thrill to vicious tug of taken lure. Lift of sagging sails to quickened breeze. The set of edges, carving out a turn. Peace of camp […]