David Lewis Paget

Bronze Star - 2,299 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

921. Www. 6/9/2008
922. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
923. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
924. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
925. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
926. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
927. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
928. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
929. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
930. Zombie 4/13/2013
931. 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 Water Tower

I sit and stare at this empty page,
The wind howls long at the winter eaves,
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.

While deep inside in the cottage gloom
My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams,
I hear her cry in the darkened room
Call out one name from a nightmare scene.

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