i travel to central Australia
people places as such are referred to
little did i know
this wasn't my rout
Not The Way To Go!
i realized the need for the tour guides
first time in ages
many trees are accidentaly planted by squirrels
that bury nuts and then forget where they left them.
its a crazy world and am a crazy poet
its called culture.
with its diversities.
the gishus in eastern Uganda
who would know them much less bududa
'but i studied geography' you say
'i can read a map'
can you greet my way?
one world one people
many races ultra many cultures
one love too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem