Sonnettics

A festival that celebrates our town
We're Hebron, a community of friends 
The maples here achieve a great renown 
And every year we hope it never ends

The sugar from our maples is so sweet
It flows when trees are tapped in early spring
It flows like friendship flows down every street
It seems to make the people want to sing

A festive song, a festival we love
We welcome all with hope that always grows
Like maple leaves on lofty limbs above 
Through which the joy of maple syrup flows

The winter snows will melt and go away
While Hebron’s Maple Festival will stay.

I watch the maples sway across the street 
The wind seems gentle, tinged with gentle rain
The gentleness of morning is complete
As gentle dreams of reverie remain

The reverie of gentle autumn days
Remembered in the winter times of chill
I wonder if a maple tree that sways
Remembers when it used to stand stone still

The memories of trees are like the wind
A paradox with roots that wait for spring 
A memory no weather can rescind
The maple tree has other songs to sing

I watch the maples watch as I compose
A gentle song as gently I repose.