David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|164.||Early Morning Call||9/18/2005|
|166.||Elegy For A Poet||7/23/2008|
|171.||End Of A Rat||12/16/2012|
|172.||End Of The Dream||1/15/2013|
|184.||Father & Son||9/27/2007|
|188.||Five Children I||9/18/2005|
|189.||Five Hundred And One||11/13/2014|
|191.||Follow Me Now!||8/9/2010|
|194.||For A Social Worker||9/14/2008|
|196.||For The Children Of Sandy Hook||12/14/2012|
|197.||For The Love Of Mildred Pierce||9/19/2013|
|199.||From A Blue Cloud||9/17/2005|
|200.||From God To Man||12/20/2012|
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 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.