Best Morels Poems

Maybe, if everyone behaves themselves,
If the snowpack is deep and thick around elm and maple,
And the tourists didn't stay away for lack of snow.
If the temperatures stay cold at night, and warm in the day,
So the Sugarers stand a chance to break even.
And if the...

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The woods were wet; there was a smell of anticipation that we only smell in August.  My feet sunk down into the damp wet leaves, and I began to feel the morels, watching me, taunting me. I could taste them before I found two...

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