Steve`s Country
For a smile as wide as a country sunrise
Minus 40 Degrees…A Poem.
‘Tis minus 40 degrees…
Water flowing by the rock,
Mist is rising ’round the flock
Of little ducks. Swimming there,
With winter’s cold in the air.
Swim and dive in water cold,
Under now, their breath they hold.
Popping up, they do not freeze,
Not even in wind or breeze.
Here along the river shore,
The cold I feel, even more.
Yet here they swim, morn to night,
In such cold, ’tis quite a sight.
While I sit, the sun does shine,
Warming this cold face of mine.
In this cold, ’tis nice to see,
Water still, and ducks, ice free.
‘Tis minus 40 degrees…
©2026 Steve McLeod.
Fresh Snow…A Poem.
Looking out my cabin window,
At all these falling flakes of snow.
I stand here, gazing all around,
While snow, soon covers all the ground.
Pine trees that once were darkest green,
Are turning white, with snow so clean.
Snowflakes, now are falling so fast,
I wonder how long, it will last.
The snow continues through the night,
In the morning, ’tis quite a sight.
Now, while looking out my window,
I see these puffy mounds of snow.
Oh my, such beauty that I see,
The whitest landscape, waits for me.
©2026 Steve McLeod.
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