Classic Poem

That day we found the sundew—
The day we splashed across,
Barefoot and over-ankle,
The lair of Dead Man's Moss.

Skirting the treacherous emerald
That masks the deep green flows;
Loving the brown peat-water
That squelched between our toes—

That day that to our young hearts
Was one long golden hour—
That day we found the sundew,
And found a rarer flower!