The Poems of David Garlick
She was tall with a quick mind. She was generous and thoughtful. We did not always agree but respected one another. Our friendship grew. She and her husband David introduced us to Vancouver Island. We spent summer holidays together, fishing and exploring this beautiful place. In time we all retired to the “Island.” We to […]
A pink petal fell. The yielding earth received her. We will not forget. David Garlick, Denver, April, 2001
Bird searches for worm. Cat hunts for bird, food or sport? All creatures must die. David Garlick
It is only a small absence. But she leaves a vacuum. It is only a small place. But it echoes with her. There are no great rooms. But only empty spaces. She is only a small person. But she fills the house with ghosts. We are only little people. But I sense a great cavern. […]