A poem about not being on safari
on Sam Elrick (Uganda), 24/Nov/2009 09:47, 34 days ago
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When I am on safari I feel alive and free,But life's not like that all the time, oh why can't it be?Back in Kampala everything is crazy,There is noise and pollution sometimes my mind gets hazy.Every day in the morning I trundle to work down the street,Passing goats, cows, chickens and many random Ugandans to greet.I arrive at the office and to work hard I try,But my mind wonders off, to the African bush it does fly.I dream of the wind in my hair and the sun on my skin,The hint of lion, elephant, hippo, or perhaps a leopard will step in.So why can't I be on safari everyday,Life would be so fine in every single way.
