Rural Vermont in the late spring and early summer is truly a beautiful place to visit. Got the pleasure to visit Baird's Maple Farm and enjoy the scenery.
Rippling soil sways in ways In ways a maestro drunkenly Displays their baton, Earth in Perfect fluid Earthen motion It conducts and plays en tandem The symphony of syrup season Rings through Vermont’s silken air Each movement weaves effortless In majesty. Hickory smoke leaves the sap house The chorus of birch bark harkens Weaving through the chimney’s maw A mirror of the lone sugarmaker His jaw a practiced spile, he is The arch in the evaporator With a puff of Cuban Affair kush He admires the beauty of the sugarbush
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