Here are some of the ways of my family line
Superstitions are but the wisdom of the wyrd
Enter into the golden wood 
Speak a wish aloud 
For the spirit within the tree 
Awaits a knock upon their bole.
Best make it three
To charm fate's hands
As they weave the patterns of destiny
For living man.
Gather the gifts of the wood from where they lay.
An oak's acorn kept in pocket
Preserves the beauty of face and hands.
Feathers found are a gift from air.
An Owl's wisdom
Or the Robin's hope 
Will follow for the day.
Chancing upon a field of clover
Where with effort might be found
Gifts to banish Faerie glamours.
Treasures held by four leaves folded like hearts
Bring faith,hope,love and luck.
But cease the gathering once the shadows rise.
Cut no more flowers for today
Give rest to the spirits of the day 
Even a Mary-gold's virtue fades with the sun.
Be in the safety of four walls before the sun sets 
And the night spirits begin to dance.
Set the lanterns in the windows alight.
Though the porch may be blue
Remember don't whistle 
Either inside or out 
The spirits will hear the joy in the sound
And it tempts the soulless ones
To create mischief all around.
These words of wisdom are but the beginning.
Wherever we live in the world
The spirits of days, nights, and seasons 
Of plants, beasts, water and storm
Have their own ways.
And so must we make our ways anew
When me meet them there.