When I Was Young at Lake Wallenpaupack

slice-of-life2By Lynne R. Dorfman

When I Was Young at Lake Wallenpaupack,

I loved to walk through the cool, dark forest

and feel the pine needles cushion the ground

so I could be as silent as an owl’s wings in flight.

 

When I was young at Lake Wallenpaupack,

fires crackled and hissed in the enormous stone fireplace

while Grandma and I huddled under warm blankets,

sipping sweet cocoa with tiny marshmallows floating on top.

 

When I was young at Lake Wallenpaupack,

the lake glistened with sparkling sunlight

and boulders rose up out of the rocky shore,

making great diving platforms for Grandpa and me.

 

When I was young at Lake Wallenpaupack,

my swing and slide set nestled below the huge screened-in porch

and I could fly up and down for hours

while watching sailboats and motorboats gliding on the lake.

 

While I was young at Lake Wallenpaupack,

Autumn was a bittersweet time, painting leaves red-brown

and turning sunsets into a pumpkin-pink display

before invisible hands hung the stars and moon against a velvet sky.

 

When I was young at Lake Wallenpaupack,

I didn’t think about time passing too quickly

or not having enough time to make more memories

or losing this place and my grandparents to a distant past.

 

10 thoughts on “When I Was Young at Lake Wallenpaupack

  1. Lynne, this is beautiful! So many special memories. You have painted pictures with your words that take me back to some similar memories. I like the repetive “When I was young…” it drew me in and captured me to the end. Happy slicing!

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  2. I love this. I also spent time on Lake Wallenpaupack with my aunt and uncle on their boat. I grew up not far from there, at Chapman’s Lake in Lackawanna Co. and have many memories of that place that this lovely poem brings back to me.

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  3. This is so reflective and it evokes so many feelings – of your own and of my own as well. Most importantly, I have the opportunity at this time in my life to be that grandmother growing memories in my sweet granddaughter’s mind and heart. Thank you for this inspiration.

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