These four,one spoonful each
combine:
Juice of apples freshly pressed,
Saying this to work the spell:
If I must pay
A PACT WITH A TREE, FOR LONGEVITY
Cider aged past seven days,
Apple-Vinegar,tart and brown,
Apple-Brandy,clear and strong;
Add to these an ounce of honey,
One scant drop of Wintergreen:
Stir them,warm them,mix them well,
And take the tonic every dawn,
The apple's price,
I shall be young
As well as wise,
Filling my cup,
With honeyed days
And hours as green,
As Eden's grass.
Seek the darkness of a wood
This verse,the covenant to mark:
Ancient tree
Seal the burial with a stone;
Borrowed from:
The Crone's Book Of Words
by Valerie Worth with Thanks
Where oak and elm and maple brood,
Kneel before the greatest tree
That stands among that company,
Bury near its roots profound
A penny in the yieling ground,
Rise,and trace upon its bark
I offer thee
This mortal coin
As gift and sign
Guard my fate
Both soon and late,
And let my rust
Grow green at last.
Leave it,and do not return
Until one Lunar month has passed,
Then go and part the fertile dust~
If the coin has changed to green,
The forest's years shall be your own.
