Camp Edwards Poem by Mary Yang

Camp Edwards



Camp Edwards, a
Fun place to be.
Waking up to misty mornings,
Surrounded by trees.
Havine classes
With my favorite friends.
As the day passes,
Hoping that
It will never end.
Gleaming stars,
In piitch black night,
Brings us goodness
And delight.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem takes place during my 6th grade outdoor education trip to Camp Edwards. In Literature, my class was learning about poetry for our project. I dedicate this poem to all my friends, my middle school science teacher, Mrs. Skupien, and my middle school literature teacher, Mrs. Canapa.
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Mary Yang

Mary Yang

Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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