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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem