Sunbury School - Owl Yearbook (Sunbury, OH)

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T H E O W L AW-ii M thirty-one IN SUGAR The poets Write of Sunny France Where life is gay and free, We sing the songs of Michigan And Sunny Tennessee, But take me back to boy-hood days When all happiness was mine, The days I spent with my old Dad In Sugar-making time. MAKING TIME When old King Winter has had his sway And we feel the south wind blow And thewarm sunshine thaws out the earth And the sap begins to How, 'Tis then fond memories come back to me And for those days I pine, The days we spent in our old camp In sugar-making time. The memory of the little tasks That Dad told us to do, Just fills my soul with longings And thrills me thru and thrug The buckets first were scalded out Then placed beside the trees, And all the time the dear old camp Just ringing with our glees. And then we laid the old arch up And took our brace and bit And started out to tap the trees, And nearly had a fit To see the sap come spurting out, Oh: say but it was fine To see that sap just run a stream In sugar-making time. Then well do I remember, When the sap was gathered in, How we filled the pans and built the fires And worked with lots of vim. Nor did we mind the smoke and steam Which made us cry and cough, For joy was ours when Dad said, Boys, Its time to syrup off. Twas then we'd use our wooden spoons To sample it you know, And then we'd take the syrup sweet And to the house we'd go, Then mother dear with skill and vim, That no one ere surpasses, Would clarify it on the stove And we would have molasses. Then we'd ask Ma to sugar off, Which she'd always let us do And besides she'd make us taffy, And we'd be sweetness thru and thrug The doctor then would make a call, But we would lay supine, Just thinking of the fun we'd had In sugar-making time. But all these things have passed away. Our Dad, the camp, and all, And nothing but the memories, Which we often now recall, Come flocking back to cheer us And fill your soul and mine With the happy days we spent with Dad In sugar-making time. J. R. Neilson

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