#WritcoPoemPrompt18

"I walk across the golden sands,
Leaving footsteps of my memories,
Follow me across the lands,
Let's celebrate our victories...

We Conquered thousands of acres,
Of this sun-burnt path,
We are drenched in the glories
Of a Golden Yellow Bath.

Our Victory seems the greatest of all
For we come from the Northern Provinces,
Where the sun is mild and gentle
And bows down to us, we princes!

The sky covers us from all harms,
The rain kisses our feet,
There, where we adore our dwellings
With pieces of snowflakes and sleet!

And that we have a fair skin
The symbols of Might and Love!
Our skin can be a challenge at times
To that of the Moon and the Dove!

What do you have pride for?
These sands? Had you thought them
To...