Northern Child(Part 1) Poem by Guy Richard Baldwin

A bitter sweet childhood
within safe stony keep
of a northern back street
where i once looked to the moon
with eyes to soon
and saw sadness there
the like of which i'd never
seen before
that left me alone
but not lonely
a place you'll ever find me
a place i often chose to be
but this day i had a tree
for fine company that stretched
to another world
for only me to see
and i was happy there
till night came calling
slow, at first crawling
till with great stealth
it was upon me and swallowed
me whole
where inside i listened to iron beasts speak
with shreek and great whistle blow
as through the night
they and i, go