If You’re Not From the Poconos

If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know the trees – you can’t know the trees!
Giant firs fill the forest, huddling together to create cool, shady paths below. 
Dropping their needles on the floor to form a soft carpet. 
Their strong, clean smell permeates the cool air with pine. 
If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know the trees!

If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know the lakes – you can’t know the lakes. 
Crystal clear waters shimmer with surface sunlight that dances in rippling waves made by motorboats and water skiers. 
Fins of fish flash below the waters while eager fishermen cast their lines. 
Swimmers leap from the huge boulders that stand on the rocky shores and push out into the water.
If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know the lakes!

If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know my grandparents’ cottage – you can’t know their cottage! The big picture window helps me look out at the woods and the lake. 
When winter spills over the land, the big stone fireplace crackles and cracks with a warm fire. 
Sitting inside, toasting marshmallows and sipping sweet hot chocolate. 
If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know my grandparents’ cottage!

If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know the way to vacation – you can’t know the way to vacation! Blue-green lakes and cabins, rustic and quiet, reflect a unique beauty. 
Sprawling resorts offer exciting activities and adventures. 
Boating, sailing, and fishing are favorite choices of Pocono vacationers. 
Horseback riding, swimming, and hiking are always popular options. 
If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know the way to vacation!

If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know how to balance your busy life with downtime.
In autumn, the deciduous trees offer their best-dressed gowns of scarlet, gold, and burnt orange to sketch and paint. 
The quietude and solitude fill us up with a kind of inner peace and inner strength. 
We feel invigorated. We feel peaceful. We feel rested. We feel renewed. 
If you’re not from the Pocono Mountains, you don’t know the way to live.  
Come to the Pocono Mountains, come!

I am writing a poem each day in April to celebrate National Poetry Month. Before I started first grade, I spent large amounts of time with my grandparents. They had a lakefront property on Lake Wallenpaupack, and I loved my time there. I learned to swim in that lake and took long walks in the woods with my grandfather. It was a magical time.

My mentor text for this poem is If You’re Not From the Prairie by David Bouchard.

5 thoughts on “If You’re Not From the Poconos

  1. I love this poem filled with images from my youth too. I grew up in that area and we frequently vacationed in the Poconos. No you’re right—you can’t know the trees nor the lakes nor the cottages. Happy memories.

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