David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 6,961 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. The Water God 3/3/2013
1002. The Water Tower 9/18/2005
1003. The Waterways 10/20/2016
1004. The Web 10/12/2012
1005. The Wedding Of Jenny Mcgill 7/26/2008
1006. The Well Of The Water Sprite 6/23/2013
1007. The Whispering Wall 7/5/2014
1008. The Widow Crope 7/13/2015
1009. The Widow Hamm & The Love-Me Tree 4/16/2013
1010. The Widow In Black 5/19/2013
1011. The Widow Of Martin Black 3/13/2015
1012. The Will Of God 11/19/2014
1013. The Winding Path 3/1/2015
1014. The Winding Stair 8/16/2013
1015. The Winter Of Her Heart 1/10/2014
1016. The Wishing Well 5/2/2014
1017. The Witch & The Windmill 7/31/2013
1018. The Witch At Arbor Low 7/18/2012
1019. The Witch Of Aberdare 10/3/2014
1020. The Witch Of Dreams 2/18/2017
1021. The Witch Of Steen 4/8/2016
1022. The Witch Of The Morning 1/12/2017
1023. The Witch Of Willow Vale 1/29/2015
1024. The Witches Hat 12/26/2013
1025. The Witches Of Little Begone 9/9/2012
1026. The Witching Days 3/25/2013
1027. The Witching Of Ambrose Crudd 3/9/2013
1028. The Wizard Of Barkly Chase 8/21/2013
1029. The Wizard Of Clayton Close 9/17/2005
1030. The Wizard Of Did! 12/19/2014
1031. The Woman I Didn't Know 2/28/2017
1032. The Woman Who Never Was 8/22/2015
1033. The Wood Of Forgotten Deeds 11/20/2012
1034. The Woodland Mass 3/11/2014
1035. The Word 5/9/2015
1036. The World Outside 3/22/2014
1037. The Yellow Bag 6/18/2015
1038. The Yellow Doll 5/26/2014
1039. Theatre Of Dreams 11/14/2013
1040. Thicker Than Water 2/21/2015
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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Time Was...

I stare at you and you stare at me,
That picture of me before,
You looked so young in your pedigree
Before we both went to war,
But life has left its mark on the face
That was captured, back in time,
And now there's little left of your grace,
There's nothing that's left of mine.

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