David Lewis Paget Poems

She raked through the hearth fire ashes,
And scattered the chicken bones,
Then turned a page in a silent rage
And added some pebble stones,
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My heart is empty, my head is full
Of all that transpired in the past,
My short term memory's wrapped in wool
My long term leaves me aghast,
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They said that The Grange was a haunted house,
I said, ‘you're having me on! '
But no, they said, ‘he's back from the dead, '
I thought it a giant con.
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He'd lain in the septic, hospital bed,
Was terminal, slipping away,
‘He won't last forever, ' the nurses said,
‘Will probably go today.'
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The train chugged on in the darkness
Past meadows and cattle asleep,
And the night revealed its starkness
Puffing smoke on the backs of sheep,
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We ran aground on an island,
In the eye of a hurricane,
The wind was swirling around us,
As loud as a runaway train,
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‘Where are you going, Sally Ann
Now the nights have become so dark,
Why do you get so restless, say
You want to walk in the park? '
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I'm sitting here in the morning glow
Of the early winter sun,
Staring at the picture of you
And wondering what I've done,
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The day the devil came down to earth
And lodged in Katrina's heart,
It took me suddenly by surprise
When she shot his poisoned dart,
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She stared at him out of the paper
And he recognised her eyes,
He knew he'd seen them before, somewhere,
But her face was a different size,
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