Across the seas a whisper flies, In gentle winds where memories lie, Oh Chana, friend of summers past, In Lakewood where our dreams were cast. Eretz Yisrael is where I dwell, Yet thoughts of you, they weave a spell. Though years and miles stretch far between, In heart we hold what eyes have seen. The echoes of our laughter soar, From campfire songs to Lakewood shore. In silent moments, feeling near, Your spirit speaks, both bright and clear. Though time has shifted paths apart, We bloom as one, close at the heart. And in the quiet, moments blend— To my old camp friend, love transcends.