The Poems of David Garlick
I woke to the thought, ringing in my ears, that things seemed so ordinary but they aren’t. In a few days, unlike the Canada Geese, I shall fly south to a place of sun, happy smiles and bright colours. Why don’t the geese fly south? Perhaps it is because people feed them. […]
If a journey must start with a first step, then surely, before this first step, there must be an idea, a thought, an impulse, a vision, a goal. May your continuing voyage through life be full of ideas, visions, their spectrums and the impulse to travel the road joyfully. David Garlick, Sidney, February, 2005
The fly – against a window pane, buzzed and buzzed. The ‘force field’ of the glass trapped it, puzzled it. How to escape? How to live? There was a shadow. The shadow was dangerous. Panic! I had been drawn to the window by the buzzing of the fly. It was only a small fly, […]
As mountains go, I am not large, I do not tower in majesty and seldom does a cloak of snow adorn my rocky weathered back. But I am loved by many men, not just the few who can afford the luxury of living on a hill that overlooks the sea. No, most of […]