This bog of mine comes from a trickling brook surrounded by ‘the ancients’, tall and majestic trees of old; beyond is a local river filled with memories untold-good and some evil doings- along miles of open prairie filled with bustling, busy butterflies sipping nectar from a field of wild flowers drenched in morning dew; further and above are foot hills below the towering mountain peeks, still snow capped, they see all things; even the rough, ragging waters of the seas (many have drowned in trials and sorrows from the evil world around them); yet, knowingly, they are resilient as the waves of the sea calm, the mountains stand FIRM, the Prairie sings a lullaby, the RIVER moves on, the trees WILL continue to grow! As for my mellow, marshy bog… I will sit, still knowing there is Someone so much greater than I and linger in the wind.
“ I will love You, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised; So shall I be saved from my enemies.” Psalm 18:1-3
Patti Wolf 
I can feel and see the tall trees, the river filled with memories. There is comfort in the butterfly wings.
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I hadn’t thought of bogs like this before – repositories of faith and memory ~
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A place that holds all the wider world in its embrace–that is a gift. (K)
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I could feel the cold waters of the brook washing over my troubled mind as I read. So beautiful and calming, thank you for sharing Patti!
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If only we all had a calming place
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We can have, if we find it within ourselves.
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This found place is endearing and enduring because you staked a poetry here, because yet despite of this world, its time. And as such it is a holy glade. Thanks so for sharing it with your parched earthweal fellows — Brendan
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If only all could find a place in nature like this. The world would be a better place.
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Ah, this is lovely and uplifting. I see you live “in the pines of wisconsin”, and it sounds very beautiful. The workings of the natural world always fills me with awe; no matter what human folly is going on, nature follows her seasons and cycles and does her best to teach us. Thanks for your inspiring and heart-lifting poem.
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