| The Maple tree in ancient days made sap so thick and sweet all you had to do was break a branch, and you could eat the People of one village saw how easy it might be to lie beneath a branch and drink the sap straight from the tree they lay in sweet forgetfulness for days, and then for weeks the fields grew weeds, the fires cold and still they filled their cheeks Gluskabe saw that it was time to wake them from their dream from bark of Birch he made a pail and filled it from the stream and all the water he poured in for each Moon of the year the Maple's sap grew thin and pale the People woke in fear | 
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| "What's happened to the Maple tree that has sustained us so?" "Such gifts can not be given free no more will syrup flow the Maple is a gift to you but now in one Moon turning you must work hard to catch the flow coax honey from the burning" he showed the People how to make the pails and piles of wood and gather rocks to boil the sap and make the syrup good now each year in the Sap Moon's turn and heedless of the weather so grateful for Creator's gift the People come together ---April 2012 |
