The World is a Place of Neverland
The ham smokes on the back of the pit
The hide will be used for clothing
The green mist comes in
The weather changing
Green rolling hills become
Warm colors
Yellow, orange, red
As found on the color wheel
Seasons go through their changes
Coyote howls at the Harvest Moon
He speaks in tongues
That have no meaning for us
So much we don’t understand
We stare into the darkness
Try to define the mysteries
Stories from long ago
Passed down through the years
The world is a place
Of “neverland”
Riding the tides
Of its own choosing
August 26, 2018
Wordle #365
Note: I am thinking the world is “never” as we would like it to be. No one ever asks us, “How would you like things to be.” Wishes never granted. What is unexpected seems to always happen. This “Neverland” is full of surprises.
annellannell 
So true….life is filled with those surprises. Every day brings something new and not always to our liking.
Yes, it does, Mary. Thanks for your response. Annell Livingston
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I like the idea of Neverland being all around us, Annell. I especially love the lines:
‘Seasons go through their changes
Coyote howls at the Harvest Moon
He speaks in tongues’
and
‘We stare into the darkness
Try to define the mysteries’
and we find surprises!
A truly magical write
Why thank you darling!! Annell Livingston
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I LOVE this poem, especially your powerful closing lines. Wonderful!
Thank you Sherry. Annell Livingston
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I love the colors of Neverland under a harvest moon – and the intermingle of fantasy and reality unfolding. This is so lovely to visualize – and the close is mesmeric in its truth.
Thank you Wendy.
I might be in love with the last stanza. Nah, there is no “might” about it. I love it–the truth and poetic tone of it.
Love this especially; “We stare into the darkness try to define the mysteries”… we never know what we might find around the corner 💜
Yes, the world is full of surprises!! Even when the world seems dark, keep your eyes open, and you will be amazed!! On the darkest day of my life, when all was true, the world came alive in a magical way. Thanks for your comment.😊 Annell Livingston
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The use of the pigskin, the engagement with the moment in smell and color and sound and contemplation and conjecture–a warm glow of beauty in this neverland! When not asked, we must still say. Thoreau felt that he could talk to the whole government through the tax collector. I always hesitate at this action, choosing instead my place at the hearth.
Thank you Susan for your comments, I appreciate all that you say. Annell Livingston
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I love the green mist, the colourful hills, the coyote howl … the sense you give me of the beauty of a landscape so different from the ones I know.
Thank you Rosemary for all of your kind words!!