Before Meara leave’s Springfield she stops at the local flower shop. In hopes for finding a centerpiece that makes her room pop. Mellan is walking out as Meara is walking in. Meara is kind in holding the door for him. Mellan is stuck for a moment on the beauty of her eyes. Wishing he was the one holding the door for her; this should come as no surprise. His mom raised him right and from the very start he’s learned. A woman’s heart is a treasure. One the mustn’t be burned. “Good day!” Meara says to awestruck Mellan. “Good day to you; what a beautiful morning!” Meara loves the bouquet of flowers that he’s carrying in hand. “Yes these are for a room I’ve redone.” “For a special guest arriving from flatland.” “Well they’re just beautiful” “a perfect finishing touch!” “I’m sure your special guest will appreciate them very much!” They say their goodbyes but before Meara leaves, she’s craving something sweet; to her surprise she spots a sweet maple treat! “Mmmmm; boy does that hit the sweet spot”! Meara read up on maple syruping in Vermont. My two characters don’t know it yet but their paths will cross again; How will it turn out? Some writers love to keep you guessing!
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Author:
GenXer Shamrocker ☘️ (
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- Comment from author about the poem: All the facts I’ve been gathering can be found online. That includes the facts on Quechee Vt as well. Two facts on Maple Syruping in Vermont. 1. “Leading Producer.” “Vermont is the top producer of maple syrup in the U.S. producing more than half of the country’s supply.” “ in 2022, Vt produced a record of 2.5 million gallons of syrup.” 2. “History.” Maple sugaring is a long standing farming tradition in Vt, with Native Americans discovering the process hundreds of years ago.” “In the early days, farmers tapped trees to supplement their income during the winter.”
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Another episode in the continuing saga. This reads like an old radio script for a soap opera. A most fun read.
lol. Thank you
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