David Lewis Paget Poems

I stood in front of the guillotine
And paled at the sharpened blade,
The motor hummed as my mind went numb
And my body shook and swayed,
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Islands of memories
Cities of stone,
Sentinels of silence
In the great all-alone,
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She sat, head bent,
In her old, grey chair,
The blinds were pulled and drawn,
The shadows caught
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‘To bed! To bed! '
Said Sleepy-head;
‘Tarry awhile, ' said Slow;
‘Put on the pan, '
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‘There are giants out in the hinterland,
There are monsters, horrible frogs,
There are birds of prey out there all day
There are streets of savage dogs.
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From the time that Alison woke she knew
That she had to speak her lines,
It was part of some strange assignment that
Had lodged, deep in her mind,
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I'd thought that they were extinct until
I found one in the coop,
A genuine Jersey Giant, strutting
Up on the henhouse roof,
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Back in the tiny town of Hamm
In a province best unknown,
Is an ancient sandstone prison tower
Where the grounds are overgrown.
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The path that I like to wander on
Is a rural lane in the trees,
It's a pleasant walk, and I tend to talk
To myself, just shooting the breeze.
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The Church in its awesome majesty
Looked down, from over the hill,
From faith, to hope, to travesty
It stood, and is standing still,
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