Fly High
“Second star to the right
Straight on till morning.”
Sprinkle dust, now in flight
The sight is rather alarming.
The boy was never to grow,
Standing taller than before
And forgotten how to crow.
How can the pirate have his war?
Deep behind his eyes,
I can see his true self
Behind this man’s disguise
Must rediscover himself.
Close your eyes Peter,
Think and remember –
The time you were a believer,
And Hook’s hand you dismembered.
Sword against sword,
He’s learning fast.
The crow still unheard,
“What’s your happy thought?” I asked.
He holds his arms close,
Digging deep in his core.
Smirking – he now knows,
Flying high, now restored.
The little pixie showers me with dust.
Grinning to myself and charge to the heavens,
He flies faster than ever, I must adjust!
Soaring through the air with this legend.
© Susan Reed
You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.
I’ve loved the story of Peter Pan ever since I can remember.
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