The Poems of David Garlick
Today, after a long dry spell it rained. Yesterday we painted the South side of the house. It was hard work but worth it. Here are a few thoughts and smiles. No funny poems waiting to spill laughter. Just some Haiku. Question. Is it wrong to accept a compliment? Personally having done nothing […]
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. […]
I stand beneath these Douglas firs, that soar like pillars of a nave, as slanting beams of sunlight pierce the silent arches of the glade. Eight hundred years of vibrant growth unmoving to my watchful eye. this mighty stand of forest giants saved from the fallers flashing blade. A man of the […]
And the waves weep. Tears sweep the gleaming sand. Water etches sculptures in the cliffs. We only see the rocks. As the waves weep, our tears drip from our chins. Drops of water wear holes in stone. Are we the waves? And the waves laugh. Their notes like sea gulls rise to nest […]