Wolf garden, Herbal Home

I didn't know they were 'unspecial plants'

and nobody cared for their seeds

-(but I did)

Father said :''No, It's only a w**d.''

''Don't spread my garden with it’s seed. ''

''It will grow and grow and spread everywhere''.

''We buy our plants in shops for garden care.''

‘’These plants are precious’’

‘’These plants are Gold’’

‘’These plants are special’’

and These plants are Sold.’’

They always need tending

They always need care

There oh so demanding

They're exotic and rare

And if you don't take care,

they just fade and give up.

Bye, Bye precious flower

and back to the shop.

Wild w**ds are thriving,

everywhere they grow

The poorest soils they cover,

as if they don't know

That 'special' plants are picky

They need special care

Wild w**ds thrive on nothing

because Nature is where

They find with delight

The needs for their fight

For survival and light

- (and they care for us)

For as I grow up, I found in some books.

These plants are more than pretty,

There more than their good Looks

The day I went looking for the plants in my book,

I also found out about their name.

Like Foxglove, Comfrey, Yarrow and Clover,

and I was truly intrigued by their Fame.

In Old days, forgotten

They healed and They cured

For every sickness

and For every hurt.

They were used in kitchens

and were cared for with Love

because they were Beneficial

''A gift from Above'.

Those wild w**ds are special

I found out that day.

I studied the books

and I studied their way.

I learned about Sea Buck thorn, wild Pioneer

growing in sand without food

As first to arrive on a dead empty beach

they thrive and they bring only Good.

As they grow and get big, they give food to the soil.

So other plants can thrive there As good.

Making it a paradise for them

Making it a neighborhood.

And as these plants keep growing,

All critters find their share for their needs

The bees and birds find flowers and berries

and all because Sea Buck thorns Good Deeds.

This story ends in an unexpected twist

as for many years of growing

This bush will desist.

As the soil is too rich

But abundance of life is then going

So blessed Sea Buck thorn, the Berries a cure

For peoples health and good skin.

I found out soon, many Wild Weeds that grow

Have so many benefits within.

The house is still standing,

but gone are those fields of delights

Today it's all houses

and green, grassed sights.

The fields around our house were once colours and flowers

as I grew up, I found out more about their powers.

So I tell my father:

''These Weeds are precious,

These Weeds are Gold

These Weeds are special

and these Weeds are Old.

They Care for the people

The critters and bee

The plants that will grow here

are Native and Free.

Nature around, provides beauty for all

It's there for the critters

and it’s food for our soul.

I Love wild plants, my Father knows

I tell him all about Sea Buck Thorns Good Deeds.

But I call it beauty

and He calls it Weeds.

I hope that one day

All we can find

is flower fields covering

our heart and our mind.

My precious wild flowers and the sight of old trees

Picking flowers for mother in my happy memories.

With the singing of the critters around me all day

Thanking Creation in their own special way

- (I feel Grateful too)

There I Thrive- I Live- I Create - I do My good deeds

I call it Beauty

You call it w**ds.

Nature Poems & Reflections | Vicky Poffe 6-20