This maple season we were fortunate to have help in the sugar shack from our neighbor, and fellow sugar maker, Sam Coxe. One late night watching the sap boil into syrup, he penned the following....

A sweet treat

forged from blood and sweat and tears

and tree blood and fire and dirt

of watching and waiting

till the downstorm

wakes

The townsmen complain

of crowds and tumult

knows not the joy

of the man of sap

He who hopes in Demeter

the sparks did fly

steam did billow

to make a treat fit for a Goddess.