=> Beware, Poem ahead! <=
I’ll take you on a walk with me, it is time to tap the trees!
Each spring when days get warm and the nights still freeze
We wander out to take some blood and boil it into gold
(when sap freezes it expands so trees must keep it down
morning comes and up it goes to swell each bud some more).
Warm wind blew hard, I, tee-shirt clad and bare about the knees,
Found the tools and then skipped out to greet our tall yard trees.
The first I tapped dripped nice and fast, it’s trusted to provide
But Thinks-it’s-an-oak gave none at all, you’d think it had just died.
The Faucet Tree came thick and fast, buckets and spiles three
The youngest out back has only one, “much growing still for thee.”
Birds they sang as back I came pausing by the rhubarb patch
Rejoicing in days with life and hope in our first balmy batch.
