A deftness and adroitness
\nWith resourceful ingenuity
\nFrom Saxon times to now we see
\nGoose grass growing frantically
\nA weed tis said of hedgerows where
\nMuch has been said but few will share
\nIt\u2019s cunning stance it\u2019s mastery
\nAnd it\u2019s innate ability<\/p>\n
Adept sure -footed in every way
\nIt\u2019s inventiveness it\u2019s does display
\nA plotting stance it wangles well
\nIt\u2019s web of cunning it does sell
\nIt\u2019s seeds the finest substitute
\nFor coffee caffeine free to boot
\nDried and roasted gifts let\u2019s say
\nTo while away a summers day<\/p>\n
Culpepper told us that the Moon
\nHad dominion thus its tune
\nWas healing in so many ways
\nInstinctive knowledge of those who graze
\nThe equine family the bovines too
\nThe goose perhaps its dream came true
\nChickens love it sheep as well
\nRumination I hear tell<\/p>\n
Clivers secrecy is sure
\nIt clambers this way
\nAnd whatsomore
\nIt\u2019s natural order Rubiaceau
\nFlowering plants that many know
\nCoffee madder bedstraw they
\nHave been around since judgement day
\nHedge Rife the Saxon\u2019s called it so
\nFor it did climb as it did grow<\/p>\n
Rich in silica it strengthens hair
\nAnd coat in horses everywhere
\nSticky willow sticky jack
\nIt\u2019s other names for it does track
\nAcross and through it\u2019s clambering gait
\nIts star shaped flowers
\nIt\u2019s burrs they state
\nTheir reason to grasp
\nAnd be carried far
\nFor me it is an eternal star<\/p>\n
Gardeners believe it aggressively
\nLay hold or seizes a chance to be
\nA passenger and so to spread
\nIt\u2019s relevance and put to bed
\nIt\u2019s seed a far who knows to where
\nIt then may grow it then may share
\nWhen gathered before it\u2019s seeds appear
\nIt\u2019s a vegetable and this is clear<\/p>\n
It\u2019s leaves and stems cooked in a stew
\nIs a wonderful tonic for all of you
\nSpring is really the chosen time
\nIt\u2019s an excellent cleanse
\nThat I hope will climb
\nIn true popularity
\nIn a psychic sense vibrationally<\/p>\n
The bedstraw family and in the past
\nIt was used to stuff mattresses
\nThat would cast
\na feeling of naturalness and desire
\nTo relax and rest and quiet a fire
\nGalium Latin for milk a view
\nCoagulation cheese making too
\nAn essential part in the curdling stage
\nIt\u2019s usefulness was off the page<\/p>\n
In more modern times
\nLess humility saw more milk production
\nWhich inevitably
\nBrought in the animal sacrifice
\nThe calves their stomachs
\nWhat became the dice
\nOf death for them a reason why
\nRennet surfaces which is why<\/p>\n
This plant fell into disrepute
\nAlong with the nettle
\nProductions root
\nWas based on global attitude
\nAnd artisanal crafts were thought too crude
\nGifts of the gods and humanity
\nExchanged for profitability<\/p>\n
The death knell cast its bovine tears
\nAll those animals all their fears
\nThe coagulants just tossed away
\nThe calves then lost their right to stay
\nSo milk production and farming sense
\nFilled the ungulates with suspense
\nSo many mothers cry and bawl
\nAs modern man breaks every rule<\/p>\n
This plant was born to cure us
\nOur ignorance creates
\nAn arrogance of energy
\nAnd solemnly dictates
\nToo many who would suffer
\nThe vagaries of man
\nWho takes to his synthetics
\nWhen gifts of god still can<\/p>\n
Provide the truest magick
\nTo deal with wayward ills
\nTo the bladder and the kidneys
\nWhat grows close by instils
\nA confidence of action
\nA vibration of sorts
\nThe tonifying principle
\nMissing from our thoughts<\/p>\n
The grazers were already tuned
\nTo the symphony of life
\nThey have no need for currency
\nAnd it\u2019s resultant strife
\nThey have instinctive programming
\nTheir rumination guide
\nThey have that innate knowledge
\nAll within each stride
\nThey are closer to their maker
\nUnlike the human soul
\nWho is mollycoddled and lied to
\nBy an ever increasing shoal<\/p>\n
And so the wondrous gifts around
\nBecome compost in the bin
\nWhat is their to cure us
\nTo cleanse from deep within
\nWe ignorantly throw away
\nComplaining all the time
\nAbout it\u2019s application
\nAnd it\u2019s wants of rhyme<\/p>\n
Eruptions rashes irritations
\nGravel yes and stones
\nInflammatory conditions
\nThat create our moans and groans
\nA softening of hard lumps
\nAn ointment made of green
\nClivers even cancerous
\nAre very far from mean<\/p>\n
As a poultice good for bites and stings
\nOf Snakes and spiders too
\nThose animals that do consume it
\nTheir bones take on a hue
\nOf redness from the roots
\nThey have a splendid dye
\nThe ancient people knew this
\nAnd they had no WiFi<\/p>\n
Leg ulcers cliver poultices
\nWhere Granulation will
\nHappen and the healing
\nIs evident it still
\nsurprises
\nThose using steroids
\nAnd other potions we
\nHave lost the bygone knowledge
\nIt\u2019s become a mystery<\/p>\n
Early in its cycle
\nChopped up and served in gruel
\nIt will help the over weight
\nIn fact it\u2019s far from cruel
\nIt works it\u2019s about cleansing
\nThe blood is tonified
\nStrengthening the liver
\nAnd all within ones stride<\/p>\n
Each plant can develop
\nUpwards of 300 seeds
\nSo collecting them and roasting them
\nCoffee really leads
\nTo a saving of money
\nOf import taxes and
\nProviding a spring tonic
\nFrom our own sweet hand<\/p>\n
In the past the farmers
\nIn Sweden their milk strained
\nTook out hairs with the clivers
\nNowadays the cows are pained
\nThey use instead of clivers
\nA blow lamp tool to burn
\nThe udders of their resultant hair
\nIts easier to turn<\/p>\n
A profit when its others
\nSuffering the pain
\nGod given plants and remedies
\nTreated with disdain
\nBig pharma and the rest of them
\nDiscounting nature, they
\nHave banished healing women
\nAnd the great and pagan way<\/p>\n
And so we quietly go about
\nOur lives the crafte we know
\nWe are disciples of the whole
\nThe plants the trees that grow
\nWe share our planet wisely
\nWe share our knowledge too
\nThe Druid\u2019s ovates and the bards
\nAnd the witches true<\/p>\n
Feminine \u00a0 Venus b \u00a0Water \u00a0 love \u00a0 Worn or carried to attract love<\/p>\n
Galium florum<\/p>\n
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A deftness and adroitness With resourceful ingenuity From Saxon times to now we see Goose grass growing frantically A weed tis said of hedgerows where Much has been said but few will share It\u2019s cunning stance it\u2019s mastery And it\u2019s … Continue reading