Somewhere A Home Poem by Barry Middleton

somewhere there must be a defense
there must be that quiet place
a defense against a ruthless world

there is a valley between the hills
a stream flows along the woods
and divides them from the meadow

the fruit trees are heavy with apples
the setting sun throws its shadows
and the only sound is the cool breeze

the old frame house is painted white
someone watches as night descends
the children will soon be fast asleep