Trying to Fly to Neverland

She was Wendy when I was with her

My pixie dust was just a golden glitter-

But we climbed upon my shed

With it dumped upon my head

Her blue eyes, on a blue sky

My arms stretched out, ready to fly

 

I heard her yell, as I fell,

It sounded like, “Tinker bell!”

And as I thought upon the ground,

How, now, can she believes in fairies?

My head began to pound-

Turning redder than strawberries

 

Then in her gown,

She floated down!

And met my frown-

with a bell-like tone,

“You know, if Peter had never made a wish

he never would’ve flown.”

 

I bit my lip. Considered this,

Had I forgot to make a wish?

I felt my hand taken by hers

I felt my cheek taking a kiss.

I saw her tilt her head and sigh,

"You should always make a wish,

  before you try to fly.”

 

As she says this, I think my wish.

Though I know- I’m no Peter Pan,

I want to be, with my Wendy,

Trying to fly to Neverland.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

Peter Pan is my favorite book of all time and this is a wonderful tribute to Barrie's characters. In love the nursery rhyme feel to it. It suits the theme. And of course, the sentiment is darling. (No pun intended) This was my very favorite part:
"I heard her yell, as I fell,

It sounded like, “Tinker bell!”

This is definitley going in my favorites.

[Ladysue]

oh the last stanza made me smile as did the whole piece...this had wonderful meter and was charming and playful...a pleasure to read...good work...