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“Do you know why swallows build nests in the eaves of
houses? It is to listen to the stories.”--J.M. Barrie.
In Neverland lie the darkest of paths,
with no white pebbles, & no illumination--
peopled by warring factions; devoid
of any territory, fiefdom, or nation.
A lost island actually, beyond Britain’s shores,
where the more grim a situation, the wider
the grin on every wild boy.
Pan & Hook do make a strange pair,
I grant you, with one embracing hope
& the other despair;
And tis true that every boy in Pan’s posse
has never lost their sense of wonder--
which make them less than reliable
when their focus begins to wander.
There are grieving parents in London
who feel that Pan does nothing more than pander,
indulging the innocent imaginations of stolen children,
leaving their whereabouts but a thing to ponder.
But the boy who was once just Peter; now stuck in time,
cares naught for convention, ownership or parent’s rules;
nor does he worry a whit that there are some who
consider his fellowship with other boys to be naughty.
Just remember that the way is ever clear,
the directions exactly the same every time:
“Second star to the right,and straight on till morning.”
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