tree won't pack his back and go
tree won't go away
in his first and favorite home
tree shall stay and stay.
first i loved one home.
then i loved another.
i've waved good-bye to seven homes--
and so have pops and mother.
but tree shall stay, so stout and straight
and never have to move
as i, as pops, as mother
from land he learned to love.
i don't know who wrote this, maybe langston hughes? i read it a long time ago and it has stayed with me ever since. it feels true for me today.
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