Camosun Bog

Please enjoy some of our poems that were inspired by our recent trip to Camosun Bog.

Bog, by Clara

The leaves flickering like a candle

As I walk through the bog

It was quiet in the bog

All you could hear was the evergreen trees swaying back and forth

The birds chirping and the wind howling like a wolf

Waves of wind came tumbling over like an earthquake.

The Bog, by Holden

The wind

blows through me

I feel cold

It feels like ice

When I was at the Bog, by Sadie

The birds were soaring 

through the branches of the dark green leaves from the pine trees

The leaves whispered in the wind

Camosun Fun, by Quinlan

I walked through the Bog

With the wind blowing through my face

As soft as a chickadee's wings.

I walked a little further

Suddenly I heard what I was waiting for

The chattering of the leaves

It felt like I was in Paradise

Bog, by Clare

I walk through the bog

I smell chocolately thick mud

I hear leaves whispering to one another

I feel the hairy orange underleafs of Labrador Tea

The bird are singing in a chorus

I jump on the peat

I jump so high

It is like I am flying

I smell the Cedar coming from the distance

I knew I would have to go home soon