The year has now come to a past Bringing with it joyous tears But now looms a new sensatation One that we called Orientation
Peace, love and understanding There must be asome place for these things Cos when a camper get tough It's up to you not get rough
A week will pass by When it'll be time to say goodbye Tears would be exchanged But fret not,you'll not be short changed
With this the poem has now come to an end If it causes you grieve, do count to ten Cos come tommorow, we'll need your undivided attention And I bid thy Happy New Year and have a great orientation =P ~Syafiq
Just a short poem before the start of orientation camp...dedicated to all 06 Ogls...the poem's a little plain though...been 5 years since I wrote a poem =s
