Let me know what you think about this months poem
WHITE WITCHES
NEAT BETWEEN EACH CREVICE
LAUGHING AT MY TOIL
LAY ALL THE PRETTY NETTLES
THAT WITCHES ONCE DID BOIL
ALL THEIR MAGIC HEALING
WITH CARE THEY DID EXTRACT
WHILE BOILING IN A CAULDRON
SET UPON A FIRE OF SLACK
BEYOND THE WORLD OF SCIENCE
A GIFT BY WORD OF MOUTH
THOUGH NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE THEM
AND TRIED TO FORCE THEM OUT
AT LAST WE SEE THE OLD WAYS
AS HEALING FROM THE EARTH
AND MAN FOR ALL HIS SCIENCE
IS NOT MUCH PAST HIS BIRTH
HE LIKES HIS ANSWERS QUICKLY
TO FIT WITHIN HIS PLAN
WHILE TURNING FROM LIFES NATURE
AS OFTEN AS HE CAN
BUT IN THOSE PRETTY NETTLES
THAT LAY BETWEEN THE STONES
ARE ALL OF EARTH SWEET ANSWERS
THAT MAN IN TIME WILL CLONE
Give thanks for all your blessings.
Love and Light
Phil T

Loved it xxx