Animals People and Landscapes

Bog Day at Play with Jessie

We examine the tracks of peat
laid to dry on the lichen covered ground.
The dogs root in the peat and roll.
Covered in brown, Zack moves like a bear,
head down swaying side to side.
I read my grandmother bog poem,
talk of my fear of black dogs.
You take pictures of me, the dogs
and the peat. We slog through
the wettest sections of bog
to the lake where we play,
tucked in behind Davy Spilane's house
near where the bull in the rock barn
roared as we passed.