Unspoken Poem by Barry Middleton

there is a place where I must go
that's like a book that has no name

you will not find it on the shelf
for everyone it is the same

so anyone can make it theirs
and fill the page with what they wish

perhaps it's like the home we lost
and long to see just one last time

for me there is a fertile glen
I see it clearly even now

but I cannot describe its grace
although you know I've often tried

the grass is green and gardens grow
from loam as rich as time bestows

and fruiting trees abound in bloom
to lend the air their sweet perfume

here too the crystal waters flow
un-endingly from hills and springs

with clover thick and pasture green
a secret flowered meadow sings

this Eden may be blessed by sounds
unheard beyond the bygone years

the animals of farm and field
that once a carefree child had known

and too I hear familiar tunes
the ones I listened to in youth

an old piano freshens night
and calls us home at dinner time

our mom and dad will take their seats
the kids will find their favored place

and all will briefly bow their heads
as one recites our thanks for grace

when chores and homework all are done
the silent hush will settle in

beneath the moon the children sleep
and dream about the coming day

but one yet lies full wide awake
and tries so hard to shape his dreams

he plans to travel far and wide
to wander from his valley home

and as he grows to write his book
of every path that he once took