David Lewis Paget Poems

My father told us the story of
The time of his greatest pain,
Back in the year of ninety-nine,
During Victoria's reign,
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He wandered along the Pullman car
As if he owned the train,
And wore the badge of ‘Conductor' and
A whistle on a chain,
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The house dated back to the Tudors,
Half timbered, in need of repair,
They offered it me for a peppercorn rent
If I'd do some work on it there.
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‘I’m looking for Nathan Cory,
I’m looking for Jonathon Brown, ’
That was the woman’s story,
In a pub, this side of town.
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I cannot stay, I cannot go,
And where I am but you would know,
I walk where feet have walked before
But your feet linger at the shore.
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This land of ancients grows on me
Like a soft moss, damp-oozed in time,
Sad breezes churn each soul, unfree,
And sweep me over, like some tide.
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Out in the children’s playground
On the wasteland, near the flat,
There once was a shiny roundabout
They called ‘The Witches Hat’,
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They said she suffered from visions, so
They locked her up in her room,
I heard her pacing the floor in there
To softly cry in the gloom,
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They hid in a concrete bunker there
While the bombs flew overhead,
Each bomb had seemed to be closer, and
At times, they thought they were dead,
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I'd come home unexpectedly,
I know I should have said,
But found you with another man
Both sleeping, in our bed,
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