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Maple Syrup Spring

The Spring Fling Kidlit Contest got me thinking about what this season means in my far northern part of the country... And once I found the GIF below on, my entry seemed to write itself. (That never happens!) I hope you enjoy my ode to spring!


By Hollie Wolverton

(137 words)

It’s hard to know that spring has come...

the snow still lingers on.

The grass stays buried. Trees don’t bud.

Our winter lasts too long!

People say we’ll soon have blooms

and sunshine’s on its way,

but I see only cloudy skies—

a landscape dull and gray.

No flowers, bees, or singing birds...

ice instead of rain.

Nothing sweet to warm my thoughts,

that’s springtime here in Maine.

But then, what’s this? A sign of life

returning to our woods.

Sticky sap! We watch it run

while wearing boots and hoods.

We fill our buckets, build a fire,

and boil until it’s thick.

Liquid sugar, amber gold...

I’ve got to have a lick!

It may be cold but spring has come,

and surely ours is best!

Who wouldn’t want to live where there’s

a maple syrup fest!?!

For more info on the contest or to access other entries, see:

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