David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|169.||Early Morning Call||9/18/2005|
|171.||Elegy For A Poet||7/23/2008|
|176.||End Of A Rat||12/16/2012|
|177.||End Of The Dream||1/15/2013|
|189.||Father & Son||9/27/2007|
|193.||Five Children I||9/18/2005|
|194.||Five Hundred And One||11/13/2014|
|196.||Flight Of The Crows||4/13/2017|
|197.||Follow Me Now!||8/9/2010|
|200.||For A Social Worker||9/14/2008|
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 ...
Death Of An Airman
‘Abis, Ackerman, Benson and Blunt,
Stand to attention and look to the front,
Chiswell and Barnett
Who told you to fall out,
You’d think this was bush week
Or a Boy Scout Camp call-out;
Get back into line or I might have you all out
Did you hear what I said to you, Argent? ’