The Golden Savannah


Have you seen the African golden Savannah?
Come drive through dried brown grassland
Come bake in the heat of the sun
Come taste the corn beer, cooked by the locals
Come ride the horse through the wildlands
Come draw your name on the tropics beaches
Come and see…
The stray serpent, the Python or the Scorpion
The spotted skins of the Leopard or the Hyena
The foot paths of the giant African Elephant
And the herds of the colorful Giraffes and Zebras

The sun set is always golden
Painting the horizons with lively hue
The clouds are lighted with gold
As numerous birds fly happily home
View the amazing sights of the waters falling from the Victoria
Crystals of liquid jewel, playing joyfully in reckless carelessness
The forests are treacherous, but they beckon
“Come and see, come to me!”
Come run the hills and dance with the Masai
Come drink the waters of the Niger river
Come eat the sweet cassava flour bread
Come feel the hustle of the African metropolis
Come and never be in a hurry to go
The African golden Savannah calls to you


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