Up and In the Poconos

Up and in the Poconos,
Some people go to fly their kites.
Blown high and held tight.

And up and in the Poconos,
Some people do whatever they like.
When night arrives.

'Cause up and in the Poconos,
You can feel the peace that is right!
And no one's uptight.

You can boat, climb a mountain or...
Just fish.
And just sit and relax.
To do whatever you wish.
Since when up in the Poconos,
Nobody knows your business as it is!

Discreet with fresh air to breath.
In complete amenity that's indulged.

When up in the Poconos,
Nobody knows your business as it is!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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