Bogs Afar
Cross the river Charles
Steady stream of steam the bogs envelop
Sweaty air resists your passage
Drift to town a short distance down
Woolly summer wonder wrought
All move and sing at once
A billow from his pipe
His bellow calls you up to join him
From a porch, the fairest view
Sun defies, shining over parting dew
Words of wisdom few like heavy drops
A footstep on a board so strained for freedom
Golden few the moments shared
While poltergeists play for your attention
No possession greater than a word
Mulled within the greater space of mind
Copyright © Fred Jagenberg | Year Posted 2020
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