Maple Poem and Drawing
Looking down at the broken down tree
Seeing all the silent snow
In your fat as a marshmallow snow clothes
Hearing banging, clanging sounds
The spile driller drilling
The hammer pounding
With the cold as ice buckets
In your cold, creased hands
Laughing, chatting, gazing, working
Snow underfoot crunching
While you hang sap buckets
A fantastic family chore
After all of our hard work
Anxiously awaiting what is to come
Hearing the sap drip-dripping
Feeling your frozen fingertips
The lovely, lasting, lingering taste
Of marvelous, majestic maple syrup,
Hanging around your mouth
Sighing a sorry sigh because you are done
By Mallory Carnes
Our 10 year old granddaughter
