Rattled
I rattled a rat with a stick, one day, who climbed up a drain pipe to get away. It ran on the roof and jumped in a tree, where squirrel like it rattled at me! David Garlick, Victoria, October, 1998
Earth
As Spring’s soft fingers caress my furrowed face. My thoughts warm to birds and bees, forgetting snow and ice. Soon seeds will stir, within my soil, bulb spears will greenly show. Then I will bask in mellow winds and smiling watch them grow. David Garlick, Victoria, May, 1991
Skiing
To ski ‘s, like flying down a hill, white snow, the clouds beneath your feet. The skis are wings, that guide your flight, pulled down the hill by gravity. Control, instead of headlong dash is how we learn to stretch these wings. Then swooping as the eagle does, we swing and push to make a […]
Once Upon a Heron
He stood on a rocky point, against a background of trees. His boat quietly reflecting its image on the still water, gray green in the early evening light. Mountains rose steeply from the silent shore, the sea, a thousand feet deep, waited. He sailed single-handed and loved this place. Quiet flooded over him, as […]