The Poems of David Garlick
The Black Locus, Acacia is a flaming beacon of a thousand golden tongues. Each one exploring the breeze, chattering, nudging the wind. A crowd of leaves discussing the Fall colours so rich to the eye. Laughter! The Weeping Willow hangs her head, arms brushing the ground. Still green, her long fingers touch the cobbles. […]
The Bittern bit a bit of bitter bread. But bitter Bitterns can’t bite they peck. A Bittern bird can bite bread by beaking it, but a beak can’t bite it, though it can break it. Broken bits can be pecked by a beak. Bitten bits, broken by the Bittern’s beak, can be bitter to the […]
Have you ever cuddled a Kangaroo, or waltzed with a Wallaby? Have you caught a Koala napping or seen a Possum asleep in a tree? Have you heard a Currawong warble, as the sun comes over the hill? Or seen the pink and gray Galah, as they wing overhead, it’s a thrill. Have you […]
We are going on holiday soon. Dad is packing the car. He says that we are going to the mountains. He says that we are going camping. Mum has a long list. She ticks all the things on the list. She is worried in case we leave something behind. Dad says. “Don’t worry so […]