David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|172.||Father & Son||9/27/2007|
|176.||Five Children I||9/18/2005|
|177.||Five Hundred And One||11/13/2014|
|179.||Follow Me Now!||8/9/2010|
|182.||For A Social Worker||9/14/2008|
|184.||For The Children Of Sandy Hook||12/14/2012|
|185.||For The Love Of Mildred Pierce||9/19/2013|
|187.||From A Blue Cloud||9/17/2005|
|188.||From God To Man||12/20/2012|
|193.||Girl On A Train||1/19/2015|
|196.||Goddo & Me...||11/29/2007|
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 Angel In The Bank
Standing alone in the bank today
Was an angel in disguise,
I knew by how she had combed her hair
By the sparkle in her eyes,
A dimple nestled in either cheek
And her lips were pink and fine,
They smiled just once when she looked at me
In an echo of God's design.