Dead nettle in a kettle, 
     gonna brew some tea. 

Dandelion makes a wine, 
     bitter as can be.

Chickweed gone to seed, 
    feed it to the hens.

Plantain, purslane, 
    salads out of weeds.

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Seven prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: In her poem, “Front Yard Rhyme,” Cecily Parks evokes the sing-songy beats that accompany girls’ clapping games, and jump-rope and skipping rhymes. Today, we challenge you to write your own poem that emulates these songs – something to snap, clap, and jump around to.