David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|81.||Blue Mountain Coffee||12/18/2005|
|86.||Books & Nooks||4/5/2013|
|87.||Born For Raising Hell!||10/4/2014|
|91.||By Miners Hands||9/18/2005|
|97.||Chimneys Of Lime||10/4/2005|
|100.||China Song (Zhong Guo Ge Qu)||12/28/2007|
|105.||Close To The Edge||1/8/2012|
|106.||Cock O' The North||1/25/2016|
|108.||Cold, Cold Heart||6/28/2013|
|111.||Crab Island Light||6/3/2008|
|112.||Crème De La Crème||12/8/2013|
|116.||Crossing The Bridge||11/24/2015|
|118.||Crow Fly-Over Night||12/7/2014|
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 ...
Just For Christmas
‘It's only for over Christmas, ' said
The son to his father there,
And watched as the old man's shoulders hunched
As he painfully mounted the stair,
‘It's just for the festive season while
The house will be full of kin,
We're going to need your bedroom if
We're going to fit them in.