David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,179 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

41. Bad Christmas! 12/24/2014
42. Barton Leas 3/14/2009
43. Bats In The Belfry 7/16/2014
44. Beached Morning 9/17/2005
45. Bed & The Wardrobe 1/18/2015
46. Bed Of Roses 8/11/2014
47. Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert) 2/8/2012
48. Before I Forget... 6/26/2006
49. Before Trafalgar 12/15/2014
50. Before We Part 9/30/2005
51. Behind The Hedge 5/4/2015
52. Bell, Book & Candle 12/21/2014
53. Bells And Motley 12/12/2014
54. Beside The River Wye 11/8/2014
55. Betrayed! 10/9/2012
56. Bibles 3/12/2006
57. Big Mack 8/26/2012
58. Black And White 6/3/2014
59. Black Gold 6/17/2012
60. Black Tide 2/4/2013
61. Black-Haired Girls 12/9/2005
62. Blake - (Before Birth) . 9/30/2005
63. Bleak Psychosis 2/17/2013
64. Blind Man's Buff 10/5/2012
65. Blood, Red Blood... 9/6/2014
66. Blue Mountain Coffee 12/18/2005
67. Body Swap 3/9/2015
68. Bones! 1/16/2009
69. Books & Nooks 4/5/2013
70. Born For Raising Hell! 10/4/2014
71. Buried Alive! 12/29/2009
72. Bush Meeting 2/22/2013
73. Butterflies 1/3/2015
74. By Miners Hands 9/18/2005
75. Byron Bay 10/12/2005
76. Castle Walls 9/18/2005
77. Catherine Gables 9/17/2005
78. Charlie's Room 3/19/2014
79. Chimneys Of Lime 10/4/2005
80. China 10/24/2005
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.

While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...

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Behind The Hedge

The rambling house was all run down,
Well, what you could even see of it,
It sat in extensive, weedy grounds
And a hawthorn hedge surrounded it.
The windows hadn’t been cleaned for years
The door was weathered, and boarded in,
They said that a hermit lived in there
Well hidden away from a world of sin.

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