Long, long ago, there were stories...

For Centuries and possibly millenia, the Celts shared with the world a very rich and very extensive collection of myths, legends and other stories. Some of these were the basis of the early religion, the emergence of certain clans or a wealth of reasons. The background you see on this page itself has a myth behind it. The Greenman is considered to be the lord of nature and of the cycle of the year along with a female consort. On this page is an old poem about the Greenman to show you some beliefs and stories that surround the Celts of Ireland, Scotland and Wales. Since I am the creator of these pages, not only is there legends and stories, but some information about me as well.

GREEN MAN IN THE GARDEN by Charles Causley
Green man in the garden
Staring from the tree,
Why do you look so long and hard
Through the pane at me?

Your eyes are dark as holly
Of sycamore your thorns,
Your bones are made of elder branch,
Your teeth are made of thorns.

Your hat is made of ivy-leaf
Of bark your dancing shoes,
And evergreen and green and green
Your jacket and shirt and trews.

Leave your house and leave your land
And throw away the key,
And never look behind, he creaked
And come and live with me.

I bolted up the window,
I bolted up the door,
I drew the blind that I should find
The green man never more.

But when I softly turned the stair
As I went up to bed,
I saw the green man standing there.
'Sleep well, my friend,' he said.

"The clearest way into the Universe
is through a forest wilderness."
-John Muir (1838-1914)