The Amish People's Way Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When winter's dark has held its sway,
And stored foods filled each passing day,
The spring arrives, a gentle sign,
For health restored, a change is divine.

No harsh deep cleans, no doctor's art,
But nature's wisdom for the heart.
A brew they make, with simple grace,
To find their vigor, time and place.

Vinegar tart, and molasses deep,
With garlic's bite, and ginger's leap.
Wild herbs they find, a fragrant blend,
For energy, a helping friend.

They sip this tonic, old and true,
To make the body feel anew.
To wake the gut, and clear the stream,
A healthy, vibrant, waking dream.

When new green shoots begin to rise,
Beneath the warming springtime skies,
They gather leaves from field and wood,
For goodness in each bite, so good.

Dandelion bright, and nettle's sting,
Wild ramps that joy to meals will bring.
These leafy gifts, a bitter taste,
Help liver work, no time to waste.

And through the year, when stomachs ache,
Or heavy meals make spirits break,
They turn to teas, from gardens near,
Chamomile soft, and red clover dear.

Burdock root strong, a soothing balm,
For gentle ease, and inner calm.
These roots and leaves, a steady hand,
The simple health across the land.