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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2160096
You can’t see Pocomoonshine Lake from my window.
You can’t see Pocomoonshine
from my window,
And I miss my daddy-o.

There is a lake
Down around Harrington, Maine;
A land imprinted upon my brain.

Pocomoonshine Lake
Is not very big,
I have only ever caught a rock and a twig.

You can’t see it
From my current home.
Far from ‘Pokey’ I decided to roam.

I have no rowboat,
I have no poles;
Chasing grownup goals.

Sometimes late at night,
I remember Pocomoonshine,
When times were easy and fine.

I long to load my truck
With fishing gear and more,
And sleep along her shore.

The lake waits for me
To wander up Route One,
For some quiet fun.

You can’t see Pocomoonshine
from my window,
And I miss my daddy-o.
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