Over at Cambodia, the teachers made us write a poem about the trip.
I'm not a fantastic writer, but here it goes.
The small little curious faces when we first walk into class;
The private quiet murmurs that didn't quite last.
The little lessons that we all learn;
Wouldn't leave us even if we burn.
Days&days of blood, sweat&tears;
Was enough to rid those fears.
The satisfaction felt upon completion;
Made it feel like we were on a mission.
Parting words weren't hard to say;
Cause all we did was dance&play.
Your smiley faces&waves of gladness;
Took away all the sadness.
Lessons learnt&taken away,
Thanks for the mmrs, Cambodia (:
XO,
AL! :D
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