David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|43.||Bats In The Belfry||7/16/2014|
|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|
|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|
|58.||Black And White||6/3/2014|
|62.||Blake - (Before Birth) .||9/30/2005|
|64.||Blind Man's Buff||10/5/2012|
|65.||Blood, Red Blood...||9/6/2014|
|66.||Blue Mountain Coffee||12/18/2005|
|69.||Books & Nooks||4/5/2013|
|70.||Born For Raising Hell!||10/4/2014|
|74.||By Miners Hands||9/18/2005|
|79.||Chimneys Of Lime||10/4/2005|
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 ...
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.