Winner of the Vassar Miller Prize in Poetry, 2015. Winner of the Book Award for Poetry, Maine Literary Awards, 2017. Bernard A. Booker, old Maine codger and unofficial mayor of Ell Pond, knew the right ways to dig an eight-foot hole, build a maple sugar house out of a water heater, and snatch good white granite from other people's back lots. The wry Yankee woodsman is the subject of Booker's Point, an oral history-inspired portrait-in-verse. Weaving storytelling, natural history, and the poetry of place, this collection evokes the sensibility of rural New England, meditations on home and elders, and, above all, the pleasures of a good story.   From "Some Kind of Hunter"   He coaxed a pregnant woman right across the river, and it weren't no easy bridge. A cousin of an in-law, broke as dirt, she come up visiting from Vermont too poor to buy a license. Booker paid it, set a rifle in her hands, and took her up to Perkinstown, the brook side, where they come upon this bridge, just beams and cables, rough. Full six months big, a borrowed gun; to her, that span, it looked like one hell of a stunt