Poem: I'm not a witch but no one can tell

Poem: I'm not a witch but no one can tell

I'm not a witch but no one can tell

because I still have all my herb books and ale.

I fashion my potions to help those feel better 

but many consider me evil and scattered.

Soups, brews, lotions and salves~

I make all of these just by using all plants.

My knowledge of picking, crushing and drying

then caldron-ing it up until its ready for bottling. 

I'm not a witch but no one can tell

My garden grows greener than any oh well.

My herbs are all flourishing and producing my tools

my mortar and pestles are working to brew.

Clipping, cutting and wrapping in red ribbon

I give you a gift of the magic I'm willing.

Tinctures and poring; directions for use.

Stepping and steaming are all of good use.

I'm not a witch but no one can tell

plants are a bounty and healings prevail.

written by: Pamela Price Svoboda

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