The Love Bog

Across from the bluff, along the Turnagain Arm
is a place that used to be the lovers point a long time ago,
and I have named it The Love Bog, and I know it quite well,
for it is the place in Anchorage that was my first home.

I traveled up to Alaska after the passing of my dad,
to discover what it was that held such dear memories for him,
its beauty so touched my soul, that I knew it was where I belonged,
and I vowed I would move there, pretty much on that whim.

Though I was shown many places all through the town,
I must have been able to feel all the love in that bog,
for it felt like the only place that was the right one for me,
and I decided that same day that I would make it my home.

I planted gardens that sprang up overnight, or so it seemed,
for the flowers touching that land could feel all the love,
and every night I slept so sweetly, so full of peace,
floating away on loving memories that still lived on in the bog.

Sometime later, after I had moved away from the bog,
its love history was revealed to me by one who used to go there,
and I laughed with delight for it explained the odd feeling that I had,
that all the love in that bog could send a breeze through my hair!