It’s no surprise that several of Douglas “Woody” Woodsum’s poems have graced the pages of Down East over the years. What’s surprising is that his first book has been so long coming. In The Lawns Of Lobstermen: Poems From The Maine Coast And Belgrade Lakes (Moon Pie Press, Westbrook; www.artjourneyer.com/id6.html; 46 pages; $10), Woodsum portrays the essence of rural and coastal Maine life with the wit and sensitivity of a master storyteller and an experienced poet’s ear for rhyme, rhythm, and word play. The poems resonate with a thoughtful reverence of subject, often with warm humor: a rampant moose trailing a clothesline, the trials of picking blackberries, the simple act of greasing one’s boots, the joy of setting out to hunt ducks on a winter morning, or watching two sandhill cranes take flight. Drinking deeply from the well of Maine, this deceptively accessible work captures with sincerity and beauty of detail what it means to really live here.