Passage Poem by Barry Middleton

as a child I dreamed of a passage
secret and hidden from view
so I sought for it on the hillsides
and I scouted the cool morning dew

it was dark and musty and scary
but I knew that I had to go on
to a door half way to the peak
that I might depend upon

the door was rusted and creaky
and resisted my childish weight
beyond it I knew there was waiting
a reward that was surely my fate

I never did locate the passage
I will search till the day that I die
perhaps it's beyond the horizon
beneath the aloof careless sky