The sugar house is shutting down, <br />You can hear the babies cry. <br />Their cheeks crumpling in the sun, <br />Hush little children goodbye. <br /> <br />Time to lock the summer house <br />And bed the waterlines with straw. <br />Winter wants its solitude <br />And double-bolted doors.<br /><br />Mike Finley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sugar-house/
