Cups of wine held high
Around the campfire
Just celebration for camping
Well done
A little below Moonshine Park
Four families tied together
We're close for life and eternity
No matter whatever whatever
Kids caught fish
Where we thought none
Asleep in their bags
Their day is done
Parents hiked far
Pushing the day
Chasing our cares
Far away
Tomorrow to home
The feeling is right
Our friendships will hold
Both day and night
Winter 2003
The campground is bare
Friendships have new faces
So much change
Rugs pulled out from under
One child is dead
From her own hand
A pilot died
While crossing the land
Little ones grown
Some very long tales
Problems and happiness
Far from our trails
Two couples moved
Far away
A radical change
In convivial play
One couple distanced
No more to the rest
I often think
This isn't best
Winter 2005
For most that were there
A new life is formed
Let go of the past
No time to mourn
New folks to meet
Our holiday thanks
Laughing and joking
Holiday pranks
Seasons here
Seasons gone
Opportunities present
All along
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I would like to translate this poem
wow I really like this poem. You have a similar writing style to me and I find it easy to read :) Rebekah