David Lewis Paget

Silver Star - 4,473 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
1002. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
1003. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1004. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1005. Words 9/30/2005
1006. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1007. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1008. Wry! 11/6/2009
1009. Www. 6/9/2008
1010. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1011. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1012. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1013. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1014. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1015. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1016. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1017. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1018. Zombie 4/13/2013
1019. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
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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The Home-Coming

The horseman rode up over the hill
Astride of his coal black steed,
His blood had dried on its withers, till
He may have been dead, indeed,
His battered buckler hung at his side
And his chain mail coat was rust,
He'd left so many behind who died
Of his comrades, turned to dust.

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