My Country tis of Thee

My Country tis of Thee

My country is hot
My country is grand, with beautiful beaches and golden sand. Busy workers try to bargain with customers, the men cheering to the sound of soccer.
The smell of fried foods fills the air with its exotic tastes in your mouth to give your tongue a flare.
Sand storms sweep peoples feet as they walk up and down the street.
To a store, or a house, or school, or a beach. By foot or car however may they reach?
My country is small but full of pride, and its loud festive music fills the night.
Wherever I go wherever I may be I will never forget my country, Haiti.