A sense of belonging stirs my longing.
In Buffalo, I can tell by the smell.
Cheerios plant in gear and the aroma is clear.
Niagara Falls is where thunder and sight combine.
A fine mist spraying in the rumble that stays
in my ears for years. Finger Lakes make me linger.
Second star to the right, I hear Neverland call me home!
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik -2013
Wrtten for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 7 (Places) AND
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
Neverland always calls…
Yep.
That worked nicely. I was afraid I put too many niggly things into the prompt, but they don’t even show.
You’re good. You know that?
Thank you, Miz Sweetly! Keep telling me. I may believe you!
😉