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Maple Sugar Poem

THE SUGARCAMP

As the grey-wispy smoke upon the hill billows towards the sky. I smell that plesant sweetness, A shanty close by. Cans hanging from the trees as I am passing through, I’ll stop close by the Sugarcamp, As I always do. A jingle of a harness Tells me men are gathering near, Spring syrup seasons come, […]

THE WINDS OF MAPLE

When the wind’s in the west The sap runs the best When the wind’s in the north The sap runs forth When the wind’s in the south The sap runs drouth When the wind’s in the east Sap runs least