In My Own Words – Page 110 – The Poems of David Garlick

There is no end to a mother’s love.

There are no sanctions on generosity of spirit.

There are no measures for sharing love.

There is no gauge for doing your best.

There is always forgiveness for those who ask.

There is no better peace than in understanding.

There is no finer pleasure than sharing.

There is no greater prize than contentment.

We can all change our perceptions.

We can all give of our spirit.

We can all share the gift of love.

We can all try our very best.

We can all forgive one another.

We can all try to understand.

We can all enjoy sharing.

We can all earn someone’s love.

Let us walk this road together.

David Garlick, Victoria, April 1999

I sometimes wonder if you understand me,

when I say that I love you?

But then I wonder if I understand you

when you purr and gently lick my chin.

Perhaps I do and it makes me glad.

David Garlick, Sidney, January 2004

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 such variety can be.

David Garlick, Victoria, May 1986

A tree on a hill.

Not on the crest, just on the side.

There are many other trees

higher up, lower down.

I will never be a huge tree;

just a tree!

A breeze wafts, my leaves flutter.

A wind blows, my branches move

and my leaves speak.

A gale blasts and my twigs fall,

my leaves are rent.

The rain slants!

It is wet, it cleans

but I do not understand this.

I do not care anyway.

It happens!

I am a tree.

Nothing more.

Only small plants are less.

I do not think.

I do not care.

It does not matter;

for I am just a tree.

David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, February 2001.