Note: This poem is based on the book Farewell to Manzanar
At Manzanar, the sun would shine so bright
But sadness loomed over the camp where people stayed
They missed their homes, and may have felt fright
Together, they pushed through the dark and shade
The wind would murmur stories of the past
Of the happy times they would love to see
Though times were tough, their love would hold them fast
In the little things, they found joy and glee
The smell of rice would fill the air around
As kids would play and laugh without a care
They made new friends, their strength being their ground
With much hope and love, they learned how to share
Even when memories would bring them so low
Their hearts were strong, and their hope would always grow
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