The Blue Moon on the West Coast was one of the forest fires creating a surrealistic landscape at times. A few lost their lives to save the property and the lives of others...they are to be remembered.
This is the year of the sheep and the end of July The moon is big, beautiful, and high in the sky This summer breeze tonight is hot and blowing Our moon above, a guiding light and it's glowing Harvest time can make our moon seem aurous The fires in the forest make that color dangerous We had a visit twice this month so who had a clue This moon high over us is feeling lonely and blue Edward J Ebbs - August 1, 2015 Blue Moon - July 31, 2015
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