Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Our Roots Comments

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Leaving anywhere there is always regret.
The friends we leave behind,
wondering if we’ll ever meet
them again this side of heaven.
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David Harris
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Roseann Shawiak 05 August 2015

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

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