The Poems of David Garlick
I stood in my garden, on a warm summers morning. The flowers were smiling, resting from toil. Red Robin was busy, a snail slowly slithered, as I heard a strange drumming, from freshly turned soil. A ripple a roll then a sort of a bump sound, quite regular really, except for the thump. But […]
Are deserts desolate and bare, to you, dear reader of these lines? Do you fear barren, ravaged cliffs, deep frowning fissures, thirsty rocks? Does lack of water or thickening tongue bring dread when thinking of a place, where you are alien and lost on a great plain that never ends. But there is also […]
Part One Our father named us, The Animals! Come here animals, he would call. Nancy, the eldest was Rabbit. I was Rat! Rats have always fascinated me. I would have loved to have a white one but there was some resistance to this, so I had to make do with another boy’s […]
Shadow, our dog, cowers as I open the back door to spring? The rain drifts down and flakes of snow punctuate the cold deluge! I know it doesn’t rhyme but then I don’t do rhyme as a rule. Spring in BC is supposed to be a blaze of colour and warm zephyrs but not […]