LVL's Favorite Poems

Lemon Verbena

If I were allowed only to grow
One fragrant herb I know I'd choose
Lemon Verbena. Oh yes, my views
Are prejudiced, I'll admit it's so.
But I love the way
She scents my garden
At close of day
On a silver plate,
In a crystal bowl --
A spray of her leaves
Delights my soul.

By L. Young Correthers from
These Blooming Herbs
A Book of Aromatic Gossip 1940

Ode to Herbal Kitchen Gardens by Lemon Verbena Lady

The Greeks and Romans celebrated with bay.
The monks grew their sage and thyme and used them every day.
Walls were built around to protect the young herb plants.
The monks needed diversity and left nothing to chance.
The English used the front yard to start the four square plot.
The rosemary, kale and roses were raised and eaten on the spot.
The French made their potagers as pretty as a picture.
Then planted lettuces, marigolds and young fruit trees to add to the mixture.
Washington, Jefferson, FDR and Obama had kitchen gardens in their blood and some have lived into the next generation like new edible flower buds!
So plant an herbal kitchen garden this very day and you will start reaping the bounty in every savory way!

Miss Me -- But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road
  and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little -- but not too long
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared
Miss me -- but let me go.
For this is a journey we must all take
and each must go alone.
It is all a part of the Master's plan
a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me -- but let me go.
                                                                                    Author Unknown

© 2013 Nancy Heraud

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