Steve`s Country
For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
It’s Minus 40 Once Again…A Poem.
It’s -40 degrees again…
The sun is shining through the pines,
Touching the snow and making lines
Of shadows long, across this snow,
As in the forest, deep, I go.
So soft the snow, I walk along,
The air is cold, chilling and strong.
I stop, listen, quiet does reign,
Then off I go, walking again.
It’s hard to breathe, with air so cold,
Yet walking slow, works best, I’m told.
Chickadees searching, ev’ry tree,
Looking for lunch, all around me.
But turning now, the snow gets deep,
The snowshoes, though, they help to keep
Me from sinking down, in this snow,
Walking is hard, onward I go.
Again I stop, for there I see,
Beautiful deer, looking at me.
That is such joy, I look and smile,
So cold this day, yet so worthwhile.
Ahh, here I am, at home again,
Warming up, I can feel the pain.
So nice to sit, here by the fire,
Yes, getting warm, is my desire.
Since it’s -40 degrees again…
©2026 Steve McLeod.
Oh no!
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The joys of winter! 😒❄️❄️😃☕☕
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You’re better than me. I’d stay in. My poem would start
It’s-40 degrees agaid
I’m staying within my bed.
🤣😎🙃
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Hey, I like that! But you would miss all that nice fresh air. 😂🥶❄️❄️
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I’ll get fresh air when it’s 60 degrees. 16c. 🤣😎🙃
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A very smart idea. We might have to wait about 2 and a half months to get that kind of temperature.🙄
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Oh, no! -40 degrees 🥶☕☕🧣Your descriptive poem is lovely, Steve.
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Thank you so much Eugenia! Have a great day!😊🥶❄️❄️☕☕
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You’re welcome, Steve! 😊
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