David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,232 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

961. The Very Last Page 7/4/2013
962. The Village Of Helsomewhere 1/26/2014
963. The Village That Wasn'T There! 7/22/2014
964. The Virus 1/29/2013
965. The Visitant 2/8/2013
966. The Voice In The Upstairs Room 3/9/2014
967. The Wages Of Sin 1/3/2015
968. The Wake 2/21/2015
969. The Waker Of Dreams 7/21/2013
970. The Warder Of Cruel Delight 2/24/2013
971. The Watcher 1/20/2015
972. The Watching Tree 9/1/2015
973. The Water God 3/3/2013
974. The Water Tower 9/18/2005
975. The Waterways 10/20/2016
976. The Web 10/12/2012
977. The Wedding Of Jenny Mcgill 7/26/2008
978. The Well Of The Water Sprite 6/23/2013
979. The Whispering Wall 7/5/2014
980. The Widow Crope 7/13/2015
981. The Widow Hamm & The Love-Me Tree 4/16/2013
982. The Widow In Black 5/19/2013
983. The Widow Of Martin Black 3/13/2015
984. The Will Of God 11/19/2014
985. The Winding Path 3/1/2015
986. The Winding Stair 8/16/2013
987. The Winter Of Her Heart 1/10/2014
988. The Wishing Well 5/2/2014
989. The Witch & The Windmill 7/31/2013
990. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
991. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
992. The Witch Of Dreams -new- 2/18/2017
993. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
994. The Witch Of The Morning 1/12/2017
995. The Witch Of Willow Vale 1/29/2015
996. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
997. The Witches Of Little Begone 9/9/2012
998. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
999. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
1000. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
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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Death Of An Airman

‘Abis, Ackerman, Benson and Blunt,
Stand to attention and look to the front,
Chiswell and Barnett
Who told you to fall out,
You’d think this was bush week
Or a Boy Scout Camp call-out;
Get back into line or I might have you all out
Did you hear what I said to you, Argent? ’

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