Philosophy | Politics | Reality
By George Hahn-Sittig

Under Whose Shade They May Never Sit

I don’t want to live
in a subdivision
in a copy-house
on a street of sameness
with regulation lawns and
everything built as quickly as possible.

I want old trees and history
every step a story
every road a meander
leading to a wonder
where well kept flowers pad the path
and no nook is unloved:

a place where people doted
and took care
where people planned to live
all their lives and more
where people planned for life
a thousand years and more


I want to live in a place where
people want to keep on living
generation upon generation,
until a thousand years from now.

Buildings

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