state natural area poems #41: lima bog


up the river valley we’ve come

to glacial world’s end

out-wash, kettle, ice-work


tree-corpses glazed with snow

cold water driving granite

glimpse of bullrushes—ah! bogland


the muskrats live a whole world here

their little neighborhood circled by tamarack

hunkering down now for winter

lima bog is a four-acre hard water bog lake surrounded by forest. tamarack and muskrat lodges greeted us as we came out of the wood to the open wetland area. early morning in the bog with the lowing of cows in the distance: can’t beat it.

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