Go on a Trip

The sun is bright
The grass is green
The skies are blue.
Stand on top of the mountain
Go swimming in the water.
The flower smells sweet.
Picnic on the grass
Climb up the tree.
We are happy.

Poem by Dit Pagnareach, 12 years old, living in Cambodia.

The poem is a result of the workshop Creative Writing from the NGO Writing Through, one of the partners of CONNECT.

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