Known as a trickster from the time he was born When he was just four days old in his crib Hermes stole Apollo’s sacred sheep With a crawl, a jump and a skip
Hermes grew up to be a messenger To the gods; they now send Him on adventurous trips between The worlds of gods and men
Magical winged sandals carry him At fast as lightning speeds One moment he is in front of you The other moment on Mercury
When he is not carrying messages He is busy making things The sweet sounding lyre, the first ever fire The dice and even writing
Hermes helped his brother Perceus Kill Medusa and her wriggly snakes The brothers fought bravely together There really was no room for mistakes
The messenger of gods also protects All travellers - merchants and thieves Schoolboys and schoolgirls, fathers and mothers Are all watched over by Hermes
In all this delivering, protecting and fighting Hermes still finds time to play This master of fun, when he fools someone You can hear him laughing away.
Known as the blacksmith of the gods Hephaestus controls fire He can mould metals into any shapes And things that he desires
This god of fire can also breathe life Into all his metal creations He’s made two golden ladies who help him They are both quite a sensation!
His workshops are many, countless in fact Every volcano has one, we are told He and his maidens make knickknacks and weapons Of bronze and silver and gold
The tools that Heaphestus uses to build Fabulous things in his workshop Are also his symbols of magic and power The hammer, the anvil and tongs
Some say he’s married to Aphrodite The goddess of beauty and love Whether she loves him back in fact We really cannot be sure of
Hephaestus is the only god of Olympus Who is lame and can’t really walk But that doesn’t stop him from being A great and powerful Greek god
So next time you see a particularly Beautiful piece of metal art You will know that in some volcano Hephaestus is working hard.
The goddess of the hunt is asleep She does not walk tonight Not a leaf nor a cat, a branch or a bat Is awake or stirring outside
But there are nights and even days When the woodland is alive With the whip and whoosh and the ta-zing Of her powerful arrows in flight
Artemis protects women and girls And animals with hooves and wings It is true, that she hunts them too The animals, not the human beings!
She also has healing powers The flu, measles or the mumps Don’t have a chance when she’s around She’ll pull you right out of the dumps
She is the goddess of nighttime Of nature, moonlight and dew She can transform into any creature She can turn you into one too!
With her silver bow she is just grand A huntress like her is rare She never ever misses her mark Be it a mean wizard or a hare
Sometimes Artemis spends time with her twin Apollo the god of music and light The woods are filled with laughter and song And barbecues through the night.
Mahvash Mohtadullah 