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Walk within, and let us begin our walk through a wonderous place. That mother nature created herself. Where the lovely nymphs play and the knomes hide from the day. Creatures from your child's imgination and perhapes yours as well. Explore a new world and  learn somthing new, and open your eyes to a world that you left behind at a tender age and let it come alive again.

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    Nymphs are portrayed in Greek mythology as being spirits of nature who protect the springs, mountains, grottoes, trees, and the seas and rivers. Often shown as young beautiful female divinities of a lower rank who precided over the form of nature in which they represented.
   They are subnamed according to the form of nature they reside over. Dryades,  preside over groves and forests and are said to be born with a certain tree she watches over and she is said to die when the tree dies. They are known to punish any dimwitted mortal who dares to foolishing or cruely harm the trees.
 Naiades, were nymphs of bodies of freshwater, one of thethree main classes.The others include: Nereids,  nymphs of the Mediterranean Sea, and Oceanids, ocean nymphs.
   The Naiads, as a whole, resided over river, streams, brooks, springs, fountains, lakes, ponds, wells, and marshes. They however they are divided into various subclasses. The Crinaea who dwell with fountains, the Pegaeae who keep with the springs, Eleionomea who kept to the marshes, Potameides of the rivers, and Limnades also called Limnatides of the lakes. A naiads very existence is dependant on her body of water. For if the stream or body of water in which she watched over were to dry up, she would as well. The bodies of water in which these lovely creatures looked over were thought to be "endowed" with inspirational, medicinal, and even prophetic powers. Its said whoever should drink these magicial waters would be inspired, and so the Naiads themselves were considered prophetic and were often worshipped by the ancient Greeks in assocaition with the divinities of fertility and growth. And so such people as madmen, poets,. seers and prophets were said to be caught by the Nymphs.
 Many common tale fairy tale creatures, have come from such folk lores and legends such as that of Greek mythlogogy. So for this page the first information you read about such creatures come from Greek mythology.



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I walked upon the rock strewn shore
and watched a soaring gull
as a great red globe of daybreak sun
shone scarlet on a hull

On rounded rocks as high as a man
the waves came roaring in.
A spray cloud rose each time of crash
and drifted on the wind

As each great wave rose over the rocks
upon the sandy shore, 
a hundred tiny fiddler crabs
ran sideways up before.

Then water ran down in myriad streams
as the waves rolled back beyond
and the fiddler crabs came running back
through each small frothing pond.

It was there that morning I saw the nymph
there standing on the rock,
her naked skin there striving
for nature's secrets to unfrock

A crimson mist around her glowed
while red rivulets ran down her breast
then with arms outstretched up to the sky
she embraced each wave upon her chest.

The long raven hair streamed in the wind
like banners from a staff
while high above a gull was heard
to cry and sing and laugh.

With piercing eyes she saw me there
and her lips became a smile.
She beckoned with her open arms
while waves crashed all the while.

As the sun rose up into the sky
and lost its crimson hue,
the vision faded and mist turned white
with shades of ocean blue.

Then out beyond the rocky shore
where the water rose smooth with swell
I saw a dolphin rise in arc
and heard its shrill farewell.

Bill Orr



        Long ago, in ancient Greece, a Cyclops lived in an island cave.  The Cyclops was a hideous monster.  He had a hairy body as tall as a mountain, and in the middle of his forehead was one huge rolling eye.
        For centuries the Cyclops lived a lonely horrid life.  Even the forest dropped all its leaves in fright when the monster lumbered about the island. No humans ever willingly went near him-and with good reason: When a sailing ship strayed near his cave, the Cyclops caught the sailors and ate them for breakfast.
         But one day an astonishing thing happened to the Cyclops.  He fell in love with a sea nymph.  Her name was Galatea and she was the daughter of the sea god, Nereus.  Galatea was a charming and mocking nymph who spent her day swimming with her mermaid sisters or playing with her friend, Acis. Acis, the son of Pan, was a beautiful sixteen - year - old youth whom Galatea loved very much.
         As much as Galatea loved Acis, she despised the ugly Cyclops.  The Cyclops, however, yearned for the sea nymph, and his love for her made his personality change.  He became kinder and more tender.  He lost his taste for human blood.  Rather than try to capture the sailors who sailed near his shore, he waved to them cheerfully.  But most amazing of all, the Cyclops even began to care about his appearance.  He stared into pools of water, searching for his reflection.  He tried to comb his shaggy hair and cut his bushy beard.
        The Cyclops' only friends were his flock of sheep. One day they followed him about the island as he searched for Galatea.  Carrying a pine stick as tall as a ship's mast, he tramped along the shore.  When his enormous feet grew tired, he sat on a rocky peninsula that jutted into the sea. As the waves splashed the gray rocks, the Cyclops played his homemade reed pipe.  His music was so loud and hideous it made the mountains and waves tremble.
        Little did the Cyclops know that Galatea and Acis were nearby embracing behind a rock.  The Cyclops began to sing a love song.

0 Galatea, more lovely than the winter sun,
Sweeter than autumn grapes, 
Softer than a swan's down ...

        The Cyclops heard laughter. He stopped singing and listened. After a moment of silence, he began again:

0 Galatea, I'll give you anythmg. 
Every grape, every strawberry, 
All the little deer, rabbits, and bear cubs 
You can have them for toys.

        The Cyclops heard more laughter.  He stopped singing and his one eye rolled suspiciously as he searched the shore.  After a moment of silence, he began singing again:

0 Galatea, 
I've looked at myself in the pool water. 
The more I looked, the more I liked what I saw.

        More laughter! The Cyclops was starting to get angry. He stood up and sang in a booming voice:

O Galatea, more stubborn than a cow.
Harder than an oak,
Vainer than a peacock,
Meaner than a snake 

        Again, the Cyclops heard mocking laughter. He shook his walking stick at the sky and roared:

Galatea, listen to me!
Do you know who I am?
I own this island!
Each cave is mine! Each tree!

         The Cyclops charged onto the shore. Huffing and puffing, he tramped all over the island, searching for the sea nymph.  He lumbered over pastures and through woodlands.
          The frightened couple tried to hide under a heap of rocks on the shore, but the Cyclops finally tracked them down.  He glared at them with his huge rolling eye, and bellowed at Galatea,  "I see you with him!  But this is the last time you will ever be together!"  His voice was so loud it shook Mt. Aetna with its echoes.
         As the Cyclops thundered towards them, the sea nymph escaped by diving into the sea.  But Acis was not a sea - born creature.  He had no choice but to take off running.  The Cyclops chased the boy along is the shore.  The monster tore a ton of rock from the mountain and hurled it at Acis.  The giant rock buried the boy, killing him instantly.
         When the Cyclops calmed down, he felt ashamed of murdering Acis. Furthermore, now he was certain he would never win the nymph, Galatea; so he hung his shaggy head and slouched away with his sheep.
         Once the Cyclops was gone, Galatea crept out of the sea.  When she realized what had happened to Acis, she screamed and fell to the ground.  As she mourned the loss of her beloved, she regretted taunting the Cyclops.  She asked the gods to forgive her for using her charms unwisely. 
        As if in answer to Galatea's prayer, blood flowed from the rock that had crushed Acis.  Then melted snow and spring rains streamed out.
        The blood, snow, and rain all ran together until the mighty boulder cracked, and a river raged forth.  Then an even greater miracle occurred: A boy, as blue as the sea and as tall as a giant, stood waist - high in the flowing river.  The boy was Acis; and from that day on, he was a mighty river god.

From: Mermaid Tales From Around The World
By: Mary Pope Osborne

Overheard on a Saltmarsh

- Harold Monro

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, globin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.


Give them me. Give them me.


Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Golbin,why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I desire them.


I will howl in a deep lagoon
For you green glass beads,I love them so.
Give them me.Give them.



        Long ago, a man and his wife went to work in a wheat field in Ukraine. They took their baby boy with them and laid him down in the grass.  No sooner had they started to cut the wheat than an eagle swooped from the sky and stole the baby.
         The eagle carried the boy to his nest.  He named him Tremsin and took good care of him for many years.  But on Tremsin's sixteenth birthday, the eagle said, "Now you must go out into the world and find your own way."
         Before Tremsin could object, the eagle kicked him out of the nest.  When Tremsin landed on the ground, he was quite frightened.  Having no idea how to find his own way, he hung his head and wept.
         "What's wrong?" said a voice.
         Tremsin looked up and saw a horse.  "I don't know what to do!"  cried Tremsin. m"How will I ever find my way in the world?"
         "I don't know, " said the horse.  "But I do have one piece of advice:  If you ever come across a feather of the Burning Bright Bird, do not pick it up, or you will get into great trouble."
         Tremsin and the horse traveled on through the Ukrainian country-
    side until one day they came across a shining feather, lying in their path. "Remember what I said," warned the horse.
        But Tremsin ignored the wise animal, and he picked up the feather of the Burning Bright Bird.  Then he rode on until he came to the estate of a rich nobleman.  Tremsin asked the nobleman for work and was given a job in the stables.  Whenever he brushed the nobleman's horses with the feather of the Burning Bright Bird, Tremsin made their coats shine like burnished silver.
        The other stable boys grew quite jealous of Tremsin, so they plotted to get rid of him.  They went to the nobleman and said, "Tremsin has a feather of the Burning Bright Bird.  He swears he can get the bird herself for you."
        "Ah, bring Tremsin to me," said the nobleman.  He greedily rubbed his hands together, for the Burning Bright Bird was the rarest bird in all of Ukraine.
        When Tremsin came before him, the nobleman said, "I order you to capture the Burning Bright Bird and bring her to me."
        "Oh, sir, I cannot, " said Tremsin.
        "Do it, or I'll cut off your head," said the nobleman.
        "I'll try," said Tremsin.
        But alone with his horse, he wept.  "I cannot do this impossible task."
        "This is not a big task, Tremsin," his horse said.  "Tis a mere trifle.  Strip yourself naked and lie in the grass.  When the Burning Bright Bird swoops down to peck out your eye, seize her by the leg." 
        So Tremsin went to the wild steppes and flung himself naked onto the high grass. At noon, when the Burning Bright Bird swooped down to peck out his eye, he seized her by the leg. Then he threw on his clothes and carried her to the nobleman, and the nobleman rewarded him with great praise. 
        After Tremsin's feat, the stable boys grew even more envious.  They plotted again to get rid of Tremsin.  One of them said to the nobleman, "Tremsin brought you the Burning Bright Bird.  Now he says he can get the thrice - lovely Nastasia of the sea."
        "Ah, bring Tremsin to me," said the nobleman.  He rubbed his hands together, for the thrice - lovely Nastasia was the most astonishing water maid in all the land.
        "Tremsin, " said the nobleman, "I bid you to capture the thrice lovely Nastasia and bring her to me."
        "Oh no, sir! I cannot," said Tremsin.
        "Do it, or I'll cut off your head."
        "I'll try," said Tremsin.  But as soon as he left the nobleman, he burst into tears.
        "Why do you weep?" said his faithful horse.
        "This task will surely kill me," said Tremsin.  "I have no idea how to fetch the thrice-lovely Nastasia from the sea."
        "This is not a big task, Tremsin," said his horse.  "Tis a mere trifle.  Do this: Set up a white tent by the shore.  Fill it with lovely things.  Then wait for the thrice-lovely Nastasia to come out of the sea."
        Tremsin set up the white tent.  He filled it with beautiful scarves, trinkets, fruits, and wine.
        Soon the thrice - lovely Nastasia emerged from the sea.  She tried on the scarves and trinkets.  She ate the fruit and drank the wine.  Then she lay down in the tent and closed her eyes.
        Tremsin could hardly believe his great fortune.  No sooner had Nastasia fallen asleep than he crept into the tent and seized her.  Then he carried her on horseback to the nobleman.  The nobleman was so pleased that he allowed Tremsin to keep Nastasia.
        But the water maid could not be so easily won.  She spoke sharply to Tremsin: "You have captured me, but you have not captured my love.  If you wish to capture that, you must find my coral necklace in the sea."
        "Oh, but that is an impossible task!" cried Tremsin.  His heart nearly broke, for by now he was deeply in love with the thrice - lovely Nastasia.  He'd never before met such a bold and remarkable maiden.
        "Tis not an impossible task," said Tremsin's faithful horse, "but a mere trifle.  Watch for a crab to come from the water.  Then say, "I'll catch thee!"'
        Tremsin went to the sea.  When a crab crawled out from the waves, he shouted, "I'll catch thee!"
        "Please don't!" said the crab. "If you let me return to the sea, I'll help you.  I promise to get you anything you need."
        "Ah, " said Tremsin, "fetch me the coral necklace of the thrice lovely Nastasia."
        The crab called her children together and said, "Collect all the coral under the waves and bring it ashore."
        When the tiniest crab dragged Nastasia's coral necklace from the ocean's depth, Tremsin cheered.  Then he mounted his steed and hurried to Nastasia.
        "Your necklace!" he said, proudly presenting it to her.
        "Thank you," said Nastasia a bit haughtily.  "You've captured me, and you've captured my necklace.  But if you wish to capture my love, you must gather my herd of wild horses from the sea."
        "Oh, but that is an impossible task!" said Tremsin.  His heart nearly broke.  By now he was more deeply in love with Nastasia than ever.  He'd never before met such a bold and remarkable maiden.
        This time Tremsin's horse grieved also.  "Tis not a mere trifle, but an enormous task," he told Tremsin.  "For the thrice - lovely Nastasia has a thrice - terrible mare." 
        "Please don't tell me that, said Tremsin.
        "Then let me think." His horse thought for a moment, then said, "Do this.  Buy twenty animal hides and load them on my back.  Carry a whip and lead me to the sea."
        Tremsin loaded his horse with twenty animal hides; then he led him to the sea.
        "Now, I will plunge into the water," said the horse.  "Wait until you see the thrice - terrible mare swimming behind me.  Then strike her on the forehead with your whip."
        Tremsin's horse plunged into the water.  He swam out to the waves where Nastasia's sea horses were grazing.  Suddenly Nastasia's thrice - terrible mare saw Tremsin's horse.  With great fury, the mare and the rest of the herd chased after the steed.
        When the mare caught up with Tremsin's horse, she tried to bite him. But instead, she ripped one of the animal hides off his back and tore it to shreds.  She caught him a second time.  But again, she ripped off another hide and tore it to shreds.
        This happened twenty times and for seventy leagues across the sea.
        Finally Tremsin saw his horse coming in on a large, billowing wave. Behind his faithful horse galloped the thrice - lovely Nastasia's thrice - terrible mare and her thrice - terrible herd.
        Tremsin waded into the water.  He cracked his whip and struck the mare on her forehead.
        She instantly came to a stop.
        Tremsin threw a halter over her.  He mounted her and drove the whole herd out of the water.
        "Your wild horses!" he said, proudly presenting them to the thrice-lovely Nastasia.
        "Thank you," she said a bit haughtily.  "You've captured me, and you've captured my coral necklace and my horses.  But before you capture my love, you must do one more thing."
        "What? Anything! Anything!" said Tremsin.
        "Milk my mare and put her milk into three barrels.  In the first barrel, the milk must be boiling hot.  In the second, it must be lukewarm.  In the third, it must be icy cold."
        "Oh, but that is an impossible task!" said Tremsin.  His heart nearly broke, for by now he was deliriously in love with the thrice lovely Nastasia. He had never before met such a bold and remarkable maiden.
        "Gather your courage, Tremsin," scolded his horse.  "And just do as she says."
        Tremsin did as the thrice - lovely Nastasia ordered.
        When all the barrels were ready, she said, "Now leap in and out of each barrel of milk."
        Tremsin leapt into the boiling hot barrel.  When he leapt out, he was an old man.
        He leapt into the lukewarm barrel.  When he leapt out, he was a little boy.
        He leapt into the icy cold barrel.  When he leapt out, he was more handsome and goodly than words can describe.
        The thrice - lovely Nastasia leapt in and out of each barrel.  When she leapt out of the first, she was an old woman.
        When she leapt out of the second, she was a little girl.
        When she leapt out of the third, she was more handsome and goodly than words can describe.
        Finally, the thrice - lovely Nastasia took Tremsin for her husband.  They and their horses lived half of the year under the sea and half of the year on the Ukrainian steppes.  In both lands, they lived happily ever after. 

From: Mermaid Tales From Around The World 
By: Mary Pope Osborne


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