... I shall take your hand at the first sound of the birds And run off with you into the country woods past the herds To that place we always see when we both close our eyes That quiet stream down the hill that we so often visualize The wealth of nature, before us, will park in sight As butterflies of different color perform art in flight I’ll slide a flower in your hair and remind you of your beauty Oh this, I’ll keep doing as my designated duty We’ll rhyme about the moment while we celebrate the earth For bringing us together, on this sweet stage of mirth As you board your city plane I imagine that you wonder Whether you will shake in your boots when you touch down Uganda Lighten up and wear your smile as only bliss awaits you here And you will live to write about the 5th month of the year
Posted on: Wed, 25 Jun 2014 14:58:19 +0000
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