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When the tears fall
like a leaf from a tree,
isn't it a wonder,
that we can see?
Tears may flow
from our eyes,
to a bare cheek.
It's an emotional release,
not because we are weak.
Some may hold, a tear or two.
Others weep easily, like me and you.
It is not a weakness, don't you see,
as it may help retain your sanity.

I don't know you,
I don't know your Mother,
but I still know
you are my brother.

Merry Christmas to you.
Happy New Years, to thee.
Let us make do
and adhere to civility.

They come here, from far and near,
to play darts and have a beer.
The wall TV's, are all lit up,
for watching Rugby or a Soccer cup.
The Pub Grub appeals to she
and it taste good, just ask me.

I am now alone,
but she is next to me.
No one is home,
but it's her I see.
The shell of the person
that was to be,
my life, long companion
from here to eternity.

The little people that I saw, yesterday,
are no longer here; they went away.
Where did they go? I cannot say.
They left quickly and to this day,
I'll never know, why they didn't stay.

Goose Ridge Winery in Woodinvillle requested Geese paintings in winter. Please stop by and enjoy their wine and art show. More of my work is available at www.annewatersart.com.

What a waste,
life can be,
for those suffering,
a lost mentality.
Thoughts, years ago,
now beckon me.
The loved one,
that I see,
very soon will
not remember me.

Skagit wildlife park.