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Those precious memories
of joy and glee,
remind me of why
I love thee.
The life we loved,
that life we had
has left us now,
but don't be sad.
For no matter what
will happen now,
we will manage to
stay together,
me and you.

A miniature Rose bush, was I,
With buds to open and please the eye.
When my flowers were no longer there,
I was planted outside with little flair,
To survive the Winter weather's cold.
Little attention was paid, I am told,
About the pruning of plants, not chose.
Now here I am; A blooming Rose.

Are you real?
Can you see
That my love,
Will always be
Meant for you
But not for me,
or my life
Of uncertainty.

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For once in a lifetime
Of memory filled days.
There comes a moment,
Emerging from the haze,
Of all the stored visions
And in many ways,
Will always be there
Until the end of life's phase.

Want not. Don't you worry
Slow you down,
What's the hurry?

My mind is going
I've lost command.
My feet not moving.
Stuck in the sand.

Sand all around,
Creeping in on me.
I must run
But cannot flee.

A riddle you say?
That might be the case.
All that I know is,
I must leave this place.

A few photo's from workshop put on by Canon/John Prucich (The Falconer)/Audubon Club