The Poems of David Garlick
I had forgotten how beautiful they are. Sleek of skin and limbs without the blemish of time. Bodies straight, colts full of fun! Clear eyed and determined. Unspoiled by too much or too little. Poems in the writing. athletes in the training. Our future, their responsibility. David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, March 1999
When the Loons call as evening falls, a haunting cry across the golden lake, and trees that lace a hilltop turn black against the orange sky. Then our eyes and ears enchanted by these gifts that we enjoy. Give thanks in silent gratitude for our senses, lives and friends David Garlick, Quesnel, July, 1994 […]
Sometimes when dreaming, I run. Gently enjoying the beauty of the land and that youthful ease and grace, once found. No tiring muscles or loss of breath, just flowing movement and cool air. The pace so easy that feet fly – in great strides, devouring the miles that escape beneath my heels. The […]
Early in the year, Maple buds form. New life quickens on the down swept branches. As the days lengthen, kind spring warms the air, gentle breezes rock leaf cradles, life stirs. Fat buds bursting, blooms show, bright green. Then leaves appear when warmth opens them. Summer flows across the land, leaves stretch out to […]