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Maple Sugar 2

Maple Sugar 2


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The poem reads

Maple Sap Season
Spring is coming, winter goes
Melting February snows.

Warm March days, cold starry skies
Make the maple sap to rise.

Daytime thaw and nighttime freeze
Draw the sap up in the trees.

Morning sun will make it drop;
Evening cold will make it stop.

Dump the silver buckets gleaming.
Boil the sap and watch it steaming.

Cool it now and stir it quick,
Itís maple syrup, brown and thick.

Boil it more, the syrupís thicker
Cool it, stir it, beat it quicker.

Itís maple sugar, sweet and good,
Best of all the Indiansí food.

ĖMarie Curtis