David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|921.||Waters Into Wine||9/17/2005|
|922.||Wattle & Daub||6/3/2009|
|924.||Well We Might||9/18/2005|
|925.||What Happened To The Day?||10/17/2008|
|927.||What's In A Name?||5/7/2008|
|928.||When Our Days Are Minutes...||9/17/2005|
|929.||When Peggity Pulled The Cord||5/16/2013|
|930.||When The Welsh Of Wales Go Home||9/18/2005|
|931.||Where Are The Birds Of Wenzhou, Bei Bei||11/8/2005|
|932.||While I Write And Breathe...||3/8/2008|
|935.||Why Does My Faith...||10/23/2007|
|939.||Woman In Black||11/4/2012|
|940.||Woman In Child||9/18/2005|
|941.||Woman Of Stone||3/15/2012|
|944.||Would He Even Know Me Now?||3/4/2008|
|951.||You Can'T Come In!||7/17/2014|
|952.||You Can'T Go Out Today!||10/4/2013|
|953.||You Were Only Talking...||2/22/2008|
|954.||You'Ve Got Magic!||4/30/2009|
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 ...
Sink Or Swim
The sea of storms came in
To batter our barley coast,
I was determined to sink or swim,
You to be drowned, and lost.
The lightning struck at our moorings,
The thunder silenced our needs,
The wind howled out our candles
And darkness caught at our creed.