David Lewis Paget
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|
|1006.||Would He Even Know Me Now?||3/4/2008|
|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|
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 ...
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.