The Poems of David Garlick
So why do you weep, my Indian maid, where the mountains rise from the sea. Where the Eagle soars and the Salmon leaps and the waves and the winds blow free? I weep for a part of me that’s lost, I weep for the wide Prairies. I weep for the sky that is domed and […]
As I die, if there is a light glowing, in that dark I will walk towards it; feel its warmth on my face and embrace the pure sense of summer. Not raw, searing desert heat or the brightness of a prairie winter’s day but that gentle heat, the heat of friendship, of joy, of delight, […]
Through the leaded lattice of my window the lacy boughs of oak trees greet my eye. Some times in autumn flame or winter bareness or budding spring to green a cloudy sky but when summers leafy velvet dresses the tangled web of branches that I see. I lie here gladdened by the beauty and that […]
When the time comes take my ashes, scatter them upon a hill, where the tall trees greet the morning and the setting sun as well. Where their warm and heavy branches fill the air with heavenly scent. There to lie at peace with all things. There to find eternal rest. In Summers scented comfort, beneath […]