The Healing Woods

The Healing Woods

  The Healing Woods by Blanche Day Manos Long, long ago in the forest, in quiet and shadowy hills, The Cherokee used roots and berries and leaves to cure their ills. There was blackberry tea for the stomach, and yellow dock for a cut toe, Sumac would soothe poison ivy, and wild rose would make […]

Rhymed Reminisces

by Blanche Day Manos Don’t tell me they are gone, for I can see them still The house, the spring, the burr oak tree, the barn beneath the hill. I smell the sausage sizzling, I hear the rooster crow, The sounds and scents of each new day that woke me long ago. I feel the […]

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