The Cathedral of the Maples...
I walk your aisles often, ever
in awe of the beauty and majesty
Of your ancient wisdom, it's strength
Forever growing, limbs in praise
Of the sun, but the branches bow gracefully
In reverence towards the earth.
The holy water - stored in your rays
Rich with sucrose, stored for the
Celebration of your rebirth each
Spring after your winter of rest, milked
From your trunk as the first fruits
A gift - a gift from the gods.
Also, an irony that I noticed, my last post so many months ago about a living history, and inadvertently I've begun to do just that as I assist with the production of End of the Road Ventures. Much history of the area is being recorded and presented this way. It's a blessing to be a part of it, even though I often dread the extra hours of work this steals away from my life!
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For Jean, you told me to update things after my "bit of bitching" post .. well, I've managed to pay off a good portion of the debt I was in, plus paid off my vehicle just a month ago. Things are certainly looking better in that avenue :)
