My Old Room

My old room
Is that one there
Just to the left
At the top of the stairs

Open the door 
And it’s quite plain to see
My world was a mess
But a great place to be

A bed never made
Duvet left in a heap
I’ll just wreck it again
When I next go to sleep

A wardrobe door
That wouldn’t quite close
After tidying up toys
And maybe some clothes

This is the home of
Childhood treasures and dreams
Each one shining bright
In the light of moonbeams

Books filled with friends
Who battle their foes
In my secret worlds
Where no-one else goes

The bag that got packed
Running away was the aim
But in 8 year old style
I wasn’t quite game

The view from the window
Was one I adored
Soak up the valley for hours
And always want more

Some things got packed 
But most left behind
For years long forgotten
In a rush come to mind