David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|1161.||The Stand-Over Man||7/5/2015|
|1164.||Shadows In The Rain||12/29/2015|
|1165.||The Naked Grotto||8/21/2016|
|1168.||Out Of Time!||9/15/2013|
|1170.||Beddgelert - (Pron. Beth-Gelert)||2/8/2012|
|1171.||The Upside Of Down||10/8/2013|
|1173.||A Blank Page||3/20/2015|
|1175.||Death Of An Airman||9/30/2005|
|1177.||The Blueshell Bar||3/31/2006|
|1181.||A Penny For The Guy||12/6/2009|
|1182.||For A Social Worker||9/14/2008|
|1184.||The Call Of The Sea||1/8/2015|
|1185.||Blue Mountain Coffee||12/18/2005|
|1186.||No Man's Land||1/6/2009|
|1191.||A Lover's Verse||11/19/2008|
|1193.||No-Name The Cat||9/18/2005|
|1194.||Father & Son||9/27/2007|
|1195.||On The Death Of My Father||9/17/2005|
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 ...
Home From The Lake
I just got home in the past half hour
From a great weekend at the lake,
I can't remember how I got home,
I think I'm about to flake.
The driveway's empty, I lost the car,
The house, as quiet as a tomb,
And where the wife and the kiddies are?
Must be in another room.