I previously posted this poem in an earlier post ( Christina Dunhill’s “Darts” and “Maple Syrup Making” ). Wanting to make a photo poem, at one point I toyed with the idea of taking a bucket and somehow suspending it without actually nailing it into a tree ( so as not to harm it ) resembling a maple ( they’re not indigenous to the area ), but fortunately found this photo in public domain by Oven Fresh pictured above.
MAPLE SYRUP MAKING
The trunk is sounded, the hole is bored,
The spout is snugly tapped in place;
The words begin to trickle slowly
Down into the waiting bucket.
When full, it’s taken and poured
Into a vat, then heated and stirred
Until all impurities have boiled away.
The spigot is turned and the translucent light
Flows out onto the pristine page
Where it pools to form these golden words
That on the tongue taste sweet
Against the bitterness of life.
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( “Maple Syrup Making” © Poeticmeditation, 2012. All rights reserved. )