Pluck a flower from the ground
And hold it to your ear
The past is coming back around
Eager to endear
Every flower, leaf, and root
Has something to give
Offering their ancient fruit
So that we may live
Many people used to know
These age-old remedies
Always happy to bestow
Their treasured memories
But, alas, the practice fell
From this modern age
Still, these plants have much to say
If we would engage
Next time that you’re feeling ill
Listen to the past
For herbalism is a skill
That we should not outlast
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Published by Erynn Crittenden
In love with the written word, Erynn pursued her passion and graduated from NSU with a degree in Creative Writing in the fall of 2019. Now, she spends her time writing for her website, working as a part-time copywriter, and enjoying the challenges of being a stay-at-home mother.
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