Barry Middleton Poems

I met the darkness as a child
it seemed to dwell among the trees
when night had fallen on the woods
to cast a chill upon the breeze
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A drought is almost like despair,
but then there comes a flood.
The cycles of the patient earth,
run deep within our blood.
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all boys and trees grow old and die
but certain things remain the same
the woods I wandered as a child
where haunted places laid a claim
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a boy who would never grow old
decided the world of adults
was lonely and bitterly cold
and he could get better results
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What might be my Rosebud?
I have no token of my youth,
no snow globe to remind me.
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Mr. Black was always watching.
He watched us from his mossy home,
hidden within a hollow beech.
He lurked in mists beyond our reach.
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the forest hides a mystery
a secret place I long to be
within the hills a valley lake
awaits a journey I must make
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slow death is like a distant train
I see the tracks I know that it will come

and yet denial hears no sound
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I cannot know which sunrise is the last;
the sunny days still call me out of doors.
The rainy days are for the books amassed,
for times when pure baptismal water pours.
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stand alone by a great waterfall
hear the sound of fear and awe

take note of the symmetry
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