Tag: Maple

  • Friday’s Poem

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    “Raking Near the Great Works” By Megan Grumbling October, and the leaves turned late but strong. Rock maples and the reds, clear brazen, blaze long-burning feats of sugar through our ways. Their strident hold upon the back roads pulls our morning drive, out to where Oak Woods Road crosses the river that they call Great…