
From sun-drenched Mediterranean shores,
Thyme, a tiny shrub, forever endures.
Thymus vulgaris, its botanical name,
Aromatic leaves, whispering of its fame.
Grey-green and slender, its branches do sprawl,
Part of the mint family, standing proud and tall.
Essential oils, a treasure they hold,
Thymol and carvacrol, stories yet untold.
Culinary hero, a chef’s delight,
Adding peppery warmth, both day and night.
Soups and stews, it finds its place,
With meats and vegetables, a flavor embrace.
Beyond the kitchen, a history grand,
Egyptians in embalming, used its helping hand.
Greeks in their temples, its fragrance did rise,
Antiseptic whispers, beneath clear blue skies.
Modern research, with cautious acclaim,
Antibacterial whispers, a message to claim.
Boosting the immune system, a potential friend,
Nature’s tiny wonder, that knows no end.
So next time you see it, this herb so adored,
Remember its journey, from garden to board.
A taste of the sunshine, a history deep,
Thyme’s tiny leaves, a treasure to keep.








Several years ago my dad was a teacher at East High School in Salt Lake City, Utah. One of my dad’s former students, Mike, owned a car dealership that sold many high end cars. One day my dad decided to drop in, and say hello to a former student. While visiting he asked, “Mike, tell me one of your most interesting stories here at your car dealership.” Mike replied,” A few months ago a man in torn ragged clothes came into the show room looking at all the cars on display. It was not uncommon for homeless men and women to wander in off the streets to warm up from the cold. When this man came in, he was spending most of his time looking at the Rolls Royce automobiles.