Sugaring Time
When winter's thaw
Has just begun,
Then maple sap
Begins to run.
Up the tree
And out the spout
Into a bucket
The sap drips out.
Two horses haul it
From the grove
To where it's boiled
On a stove.
Then from a faucet
To a kettle.
The syrup quickly
Heats the metal.
But when it cools,
After a while,
You pour it on
Your pancake pile.
The work is done.
It's time to eat.
Sugaring time
Is surely sweet.
From Winter Eyes, ©1999 by Douglas Florian
used with permission of the author
