David Lewis Paget Poems

I’d see strange lights in the garden shed
When I’d wake in the early hours,
Hanging out of the bedroom window,
Blowing smoke at the stars,
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‘There were icicles hung from the window-sill
At dawn, when I thought to peep,
And the snow’s built up to the top of the door,
It must be six feet deep.’
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I was born and bred in a valley,
It was all that I ever knew,
The cows grazed out in the pasture and
The cottages were few.
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She stood and she watched as the storm came in
With the wreck of the Unicorn,
Its forward cabins under the swell,
Its masts so high and forlorn,
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Always a bit of a mystery,
She lived in a seaside shack,
Would go to town when the sun was down
The widow of Martin Black.
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She’d gone on her own to the party,
But sadly, for she was alone,
Her partner had left her in limbo,
Had not even said he was going.
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‘I’m coming to get you now, ’ he said,
‘I’m coming to get you tonight! ’
Derek sat with his headset on,
His face was white with fright.
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He was nothing if not successful,
Grant Overman with his pen,
Everything that he seemed to write
Was well received back then,
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‘There are times and tides in every life,
There are things we never planned, ’
The old man said to his grandson there
As he took him by the hand,
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They said he was always a hothead,
As a kid he’d scream and shout,
He got so bad, made his mother mad
That his father locked him out.
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