Steve`s Country
For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Misty Moon…A Poem.
Misty Moon
There it comes, now rising slow,
Moonbeams through the mist do flow.
Gently touching every tree,
Soft it glows, on you and me.
Watching this moon, floating there,
Brightest beams, go everywhere.
Through the mist, these wondrous beams,
Touch the heart, and fill with dreams.
Misty moon, still rising slow,
With purest light, beams that glow.
Misty moon, yet now so high,
Spreads it’s beams, all o’er the sky.
Misty moon, light drifting through,
Touching us, with dreams so true.
©2022 Steve McLeod.
Steve`s Country 
Wow, scary and dark picture …. And a Lovely Poem ✨🥰🥰
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Scary? Really? It is so beautiful! Thanks Simon!😁😺🌙
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Why I am the only person here making up dark scary tales with this picture 😅🤣🤣? It’s a great picture to get scared
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Oh no, it is just the beauty of the moon shining through a misty night!😁😺🌙📷
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But I hear screeching door noise, wolf noise and a big Axe noise that hits a 😱😱😱😱🤯🤯🤯 scary story… can’t even imagine🤪🤪
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Don’t forget the owl hooting in the background and a large lone figure of something walking through the misty night!😳🙀🐺🦉🐺🐻🦍
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Now it’s more scary 😱😱🙀🙀🤯🤯🤯 Thank you Uncle Steve, you can try scary stories too😉 u r awesome…
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Glad you enjoyed it!😂😂
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Beautifully done!
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Thanks so much Stu!😀😺
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great moon shot
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Thank you very much Buddy!
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