a country where all the days
have the golden touch of a yellow summer
woven into their very fabric.
a land fertile and green,
bronzed, dark, negroid people;
flowers growing like weed every which way,
the skies are a vivid sea blue,
snow white fluffy clouds riding that calm,
The sun. Oh, the Sun-
Prince of the skies sails that blue sea,
this supremely lovely morning.
Can I not be but happy and,
grateful I call this lovely land home?
© GayUganda 30 August 2008