While walking in the woods, I see a clearing pass.
Eating flies from waters skim jumps a large mouth bass.
Turn the bend, 'round the pond, muck seeps from the ground.
Looking out, mossy green creeps up all around.
And, further on, peepers sing and dragonflies take flight.
No person here, no words to speak, as day turns into night.
Dreamy smells, squishing peat— a place where matters meet.
Sit and watch buzzing things or exercise your feet.
What am I referring to? Answer: Bog/ Wetlands
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62 original riddles and illustrations
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