I have fallen in love with this place. Coasted along its currents and found it to be The last place. The last, newest, ancient point Scooped out, re-shaped by pummelled hands and water, Water, running through holes of mottled light Like we are Gods or something greater.From "Fen," by Poppy Kleiser, Fenland Poet Laureate 2014, who writes poems of place about the fens.
One of Minnesota's two coastal fens is already open to the public; in fact, you might have already strolled through it along the Superior Hiking Trail.
But if this is your first time encountering the word "fen" outside of poetry, it's no wonder the Minnesota DNR is so excited about it - and planning to protect it carefully.
