Long After the Bog by Raymond A. Foss
Walking around the parkway, cut through the wooded place long after this land was a lake, long after the bog the peat, the sphagnum moss, long gone the pitcher plants grasses and the forest growing, still the little remnants the edge of a little bit of water, cat tails, opening in the fall sun their tails puffed as if ready for an attacker, the grasses, the oaks, turning to their winter colors the birches, the maples, still small, huddled, almost ready for cold High above, the causeway, splitting the two halves the land changed by man a hint of what it had been only
October 12, 2008
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