David Lewis Paget

Nottingham, England/live in Australia
David Lewis Paget
Nottingham, England/live in Australia
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Jane O'Grady

Rating: 5.0

Grey old lady, sat by the sea
With her nimble fingers, weaving,
Jane O’Grady, seventy three
In the world that she was leaving.
Hummed sweet honey from virgin lips
In the way of the wind, sad-sighing,
Carried the song from her fingertips
To the day that she lay dying.

Shuttle sang in the early breeze

To the tune of life’s sweet sorrow:
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Alice Anne Gordon 26 September 2007

Don't really know exactly why I like this poem... I just do. Beautifully crafted :) Regards AA Gordon.

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