The running water of the river is putting me to sleep
The promise of staying awake until dinner is hard for me to keep
My dog is resting peacefully beside my folding chair
In this place for camping I do not have a care
The fire's crackling noisely but aids in my hypnotic rest
Then I fall fast asleep, my last thought, 'Camping is the best.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem