The Bog Jog
There are places, deep bodies of water
that stand very still with nowhere to go,
and as plants die, they sink to the bottom,
the oxygen drops and the sphagnum moss grows
Oh, it grows. Oh, how it grows.
It’s a living carpet of thick green moss
growing on the water top. Natures own waterbed.
And if you walk upon it, you suddenly stop
because the bog Jogs with every move you make
Yeah, the bog jogs. It will make your body shake
the bog jags. It puts rhythm in your knee
The bog jogs if you jump up and down or sneeze.
Up in new England
and in the Carolinas,
out in the Midwest,
all across Canada,
pockets of sphagnum
water and plants
might look solid,
but it will make you dance.
Makee you dance.
Oh, it makes you dance.
Cranberries and cedar trees
and the venus-ftytrap.
If a moose or a bear
appears there,
then the stillness
suddenly snaps.