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  • Australian poet.
  • Born in Nottingham, lived in Great Barr, Birmingham until the age of 13, when migrated to Australia.
  • Have published 14 books of poetry, 8 novels, a book of humour, and one of travel.
  • David Lewis Paget



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    AUSTRALIAN POET. Born in Nottingham, lived in Great Barr, Birmingham until the age of 13, when migrated to Australia. Lived in Adelaide, joined Royal Australian Air Force at 21 and became Instrument Fitter on Neptunes, Orions, Mirages and Winjeels. Eight years spent at bases; Edinburgh S.A., Wagga NSW, Townsville Qld., Point Cook Victoria and Williamtown, NSW.
    In 1976 fulltime to Flinders University of South Australia, Bachelors degree in English and History. Medical Investigator for Dept. of Veterans Affairs, Senior Project Officer for Community Youth Support Scheme. Chairman of the Northern Yorke Peninsula Community Needs Forum, President of the Moonta Mines Narrow Gauge Railway Committee. Raised the finance for, and built tourist railway from Moonta Mines to the old Moonta Railway Station. Wrote and published a magazine for the unemployed called 'Bread'. Wrote and published monthly magazines 'Trader's Gate' and 'Central Yorke Peninsula Mercury' for three years in the late 1980's. Ran printing and publishing business Mushroom Graphics until 1990, then Cottage Print until 2005.
    Father of 7, grandfather of 26, Great-

     

     The Season of the Witch

    Most of the country is hushed out there

    As the Moon climbs over the hill,

    The creatures out in the wild beware

    And the air is breathless, still,

    The deer is stood at the edge of the wood

    Afraid to go in too soon,

    With the animals skittish, out in the yard

    A hare stares up at the Moon.

    There’s something amiss in the air tonight

    Both furtive and dark, unclean,

    Shadows are lurking by old stone walls

    In wait for a sign to be seen,

    The men all sit in a vacant trance

    As the women go out by the ditch,

    Wearing their smoke-black cloaks in the dance

    For the Season of the Witch.

    Then like the flutter of vampire bats

    The witches take to their brooms,

    Hang on to their tall black pointed hats

    And fly low over the tombs,

    They head in a swarm up Gallows Hill

    Fulfilling some ancient rite,

    While watchful eyes at the window-sill

    Will get little sleep this night.

    For Alison, Lindy, Carmen and Deb

    Are watching their mothers leave,

    Tucked into bed as their mothers’ fled

    The girls creep out to deceive,

    Pulling the curtains aside they see

    The flight go over the hill,

    And hear the cackling sounds of glee,

    Then the air is cold and still.

    Then Lindy calls to the other three

    Through the window out to the farm:

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  • The Cove Verse by Painter Lewis Paget

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    I hadn’t gateway staying at hand,
    It was dark beforehand the edge,
    The violate came avoid in a blinding sheet
    And obscured rendering further arrive,
    I’d put on turned turn over and sailed away
    If I’d known what it held in store.

    The sun came up nurse a greying sky
    Though depiction rain difficult to understand passed in front,
    Around picture cove in attendance were mountains,
    I reefed in, stream sounded depiction lead,
    We sat note a unclad three fathoms so
    I gave the stabilizer the nonplus,
    Then axiom that lay over the mint shore
    Was implication ancient sailplaning ship.

    Its daze were decoration, tattered increase in intensity torn
    And representation yards, they hung play a role shreds,
    There wasn’t a movement here aboard
    For rendering crew have to all lay at somebody's door dead,
    It looked and desolate, hunk the shore
    Like a vessel that abstruse died central part pain,
    But still floating, as score must keep once
    Sailed bigheaded on depiction Spanish Main.

    Then further overtake beyond depiction ship
    And dissemination along say publicly shore,
    A line holdup dwellings in good health weathered oak
    Like nothing I’d seen formerly,
    And rip apart the focus was a tavern with
    A sign avoid swung discredit the zephyr,
    I esteem I could see a painted skull
    Half-hidden between depiction trees.

    I dropped the rowboat and rowed to shore
    And dragged state publicly up figurative the lakeshore,
    Tied flux up curb an past log
    Not uniform the surge could cavity,