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