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My one true love

My one true love

My first love

You know the love that you just never forget

You can’t

You don’t want to

The way it makes you feel

Just thinking about it makes you feel all fuzzy inside

Your love inspires you

It helps to make you who you are

It can hurt you in the worst of ways

and bring you out of the darkest days

My one true love.

A love that will stay with me forever

at least the memories will never fade

It might not be there forever

But it’s glory will never leave my heart

I long to see the beauty again, every time I have to leave it

And savor every moment I spend there

I have known it my whole life

And have grown to love it

It has become a part of me in many ways

It will be in my heart forever

That little town in the middle of nowhere

the town with the dreamy ice cream shop, they call The Penguin

The memories of walking up to the small red stand

that became a small window shop

which is now a big beautiful, dreamy-er than before, ice-cream shop

My order hasn’t changed

since I started going to The Penguin

cappuccino ice cream.

Then there are the memories of walking through the woods

I start my journey not knowing quite where I’ll end up

I can feel a cool breeze going down my back

Then a prick on my leg, just another thorn

I’ve gotten used to them after 12 years

It doesn’t faze me a bit

I know the trail to the stream like I know what I’m going to order at The Penguin

The woods now surround me with memories

I get to the top of the hill

The small boys pond

from when the girls claimed the waterfall just up ahead

The sound of the water flowing down the stream warms my heart just like a cappuccino ice-cream from The Penguin cools it on a hot summers day

I make my way up the stream to the flowing waterfall

When the flood came it slowed the beauty

But I can still see it

At the top I can see the little fish thingys that swim around slowly

But once they see you they swim as fast as me running into the penguin when we arrive into town

We climb the last little bit and we’re at the top

Back to the 2nd field

the thorns start sticking to me like flies to honey

I continue to the 2nd pond

Slowly walking, I remember good times

like when my old teacher came up

we heard a mountain lion

then sprinted down the hill

with worries that it might come out and attack

now I reach the pond

prettier than last time

we can’t go swimming in this one

there might be some killer swimmer in there

I take out my net

ready to catch a little, green, slimy, smelly…


and put it on my face

just like I always do

the frogs are easier to catch at the main pond

but they don’t stay on my face as long

so I must make the journey to the 2nd pound on every visit.

Time to make my way back down the hill

not able to venture to things like the roller-coaster this time

because the sun is slowly dimming

that is for tomorrow when we take an ATV ride

Sadly I make my way back to the house

Passing the stream

and leaving the field

I see the main pond and our warm cabin

Slowly I take off my shoes and fall on the couch

barely able to move after my adventures

Then my mom yells out, “Hannah do you want to go to The Penguin?”

I jump up and my answer never changes: “Is that even a question?”

In this poem I am talking about Walton. I have a country house there. It is my place of peace and serenity.


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