The Poems of David Garlick
Our home is on the edge of a huge continent. We live among the embroidery of her outskirts. This land of mountains, valleys, rivers, deltas, beaches, cliffs, bays, reefs, currents and beautiful treed islands, beckons you. It is a paradise, a splendid living eco system, a play ground for boaters, a place of wonder for […]
Today I glanced in the mirror. A child looked back at me. His nose is freckled, his hair is fair, he sticks out his tongue, and laughs at reflections there. Today I glanced in the mirror. A schoolboy looks back at me. His nose still freckled, his hair combed flat. He thumbs his […]
The dank and chilly breath of early day. Cold drips of drizzle trickle down a neck. Tendrils of mist wrap wetly around bones and dog bitten boots, leak, soaking socks. But in the hand a mug of steaming tea. A Marmite butty, bites an eager tongue. Ears are woken to a choir of birds […]
We salute Maurice, who gave his youth for us. What the reward? Yes, fifty years ago. They took away his treaty rights! Who was the enemy then? Those, who’s evil creed hung, as a stinking blanket, over us? Or you, who fought for freedom, far from home. To leave friends dead on a foreign […]