Roaming Poem by Barry Middleton

I was a child who loved to roam
a little more each year

expanding circles here and there
I never had much fear

but it can happen to the strong
the world comes crashing in

I did get bruised and so confused
no answers hid within

and so I went a different way
got lost and took my knocks

I took so many alleyways
I landed on the rocks

but then one day I found myself
I looked down from a hill

my childhood valley waited there
the dream I would fulfill

sometimes I close my eyes to see
for it was always there

sometimes I only have to reach
to find my answered prayer