Hunting Mullein
There used to be Mullein at the top
of the hill by the golf course on North Elm,
tall, proud stalks, yellow flowers,
but now gone, city clearing hillside
wth giraffe-necked equipment.
Now I search and search for old
remedy, not by road, not by tracks,
not sprayed, just clean fuzzy leaves
to smoke or brew into tea.
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Yes!:
search for old
remedy, not by road, not by tracks,
not sprayed, just clean fuzzy leaves
to smoke or brew into tea.
I have plenty growing around my barn. Nice poem.