The Bog

Mired in bog above his waist, a muddy death he'd surely face. The suction grabbed him from below, in a grip that scared him so. He gave out a frantic cry, heard by a farmer working nearby. The farmer pulled him free and clear, the lad would see another year. The bog can be a fuel source, or even swallow up a horse. You have to know where you can go, or you'll get stuck and sink below. So learn the fields near and far, and know exactly where you are. Then as you go about your way, above the ground, you're sure to stay.