Our Roots Poem by David Harris
Our Roots
Leaving anywhere there is always regret.
The friends we leave behind,
wondering if we’ll ever meet
them again this side of heaven.
But leaving is part of our nature
of which we can never deny.
How many times we seek to leave
that is our own choice.
If we sailed the seven seas
we will wonder what it will be like
whenever we get back
to the place we call home.
No matter wherever we venture
we think of the place
where we put down our roots
and the place we call home.
31 July 2015
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4/26/2024 1:44:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent poem about where we call home, our roots that were planted when born. Later, roaming from them and sometimes going home to. As they say, pulling up roots, traveling all over, never forgetting where you came from. Leaving relatives and friends behind is the hardest part. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn