Mike Finley

Rookie (July 4,1950 / Flint, Michigan)

The Sugar House - Poem by Mike Finley

The sugar house is shutting down,
You can hear the babies cry.
Their cheeks crumpling in the sun,
Hush little children goodbye.

Time to lock the summer house
And bed the waterlines with straw.
Winter wants its solitude
And double-bolted doors.

Comments about The Sugar House by Mike Finley

  • (11/21/2007 12:43:00 PM)

    Seems like a years worth of images in very few lines, starting with the sugar house (in the spring, if it is running) . Nice rhymes. -chuck (Report) Reply

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  • (10/2/2006 11:44:00 AM)

    Mike, for a sweet lady, this... Yes, welcome back! Esther (Report) Reply

  • (10/2/2006 11:19:00 AM)

    This is Scarlett, the squirrel, who was busy storing up the beautiful fall days, because I felt winter approaching..Thank you dearest Mike for this lovely 'nut' to put in my basket. It will definately go in MY treasure box. Charming, absolutely charming. I am Honored....Thanks, friend! ! (Report) Reply

  • (10/2/2006 10:07:00 AM)

    Made me think of the cafe on the prom here; If it didn't shut in winter, the sea would be inside. Great poem Marilyn (Report) Reply

  • (10/2/2006 10:01:00 AM)

    Nice and rhythmic. Stong opening line. Not sure if the poem is symbolic of something else, but it's nice as a straightforward poem. Welcome back, Mike. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (10/2/2006 9:55:00 AM)

    dear mike,
    i like the impressive line;
    winter wants its solitude.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 7, 2010

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