Sparkling waters splashing my mind with memories of camping when young and old.
Tantalizing effects pouring through me, causing feelings to rebound and look for parts of then.
Floating down rivers between canyon walls, feeling their tremendous majesty close in around me as I sat in the bow of our rowboat, relaxing and enjoying every second of every moment while we were there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem