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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2183115
Collecting maple sap in Vermont
I remember the snow clumps,
clinging to the branches
Of the maple trees
in my back yard.

As I tapped the tree,
to drain the sap
some snow would fall,
as I placed the bucket.

Days later we collected the buckets,
bringing them to the sugar house.
Boiled the sap down,
‘till it was thick.

Collecting that white snow,
piled high in a dish.
we poured the syrup,

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