My Country (Ghana) Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

A beautiful gold found in centuries
With the sound of proclamation, it sat on a stool,
Craft with integrity, humanity, generosity, peace and humbleness
It has the coat of many colors,
Its people are always proud to dance and sing along
When the wind blows its sweet voice to the atmosphere
With the rhythms of a feel, of its high-life music
A queen in nature, with an eloquent boldness
Who trades with excellence, purity and maturity of pure values?
A hope in the weave basket of fascinations
The pin in the flesh which never hurts, is my country Ghana.