The Dragonflies' Lair~Thread XXXII~

The Muse and Poets of The Lair | December 1, 2006 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©
2002

[Soaring Feather]

Hello there!


Nice, very nice. ;)

[WayzataJOHNN]

Thank you!

As always, stopping by here is a treat!

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon everyone.

[WayzataJOHNN]

Hi Toots!

A lovely afternoon, 9 degrees and falling, and wind chill low enough to make my assets shiver (and I'm indoors!)

Hows all with you? Heard you folks have it COLD!!!!!!!!!

[Lady Jag]

Woods in Winter

When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare upland, and away Through the long reach of desert woods, The embracing sunbeams chastely play, And gladden these deep solitudes. Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is hung. Where, from their frozen urns, mute springs Pour out the river's gradual tide, Shrilly the skater's iron rings, And voices fill the woodland side. Alas! how changed from the fair scene, When birds sang out their mellow lay, And winds were soft, and woods were green, And the song ceased not with the day! But still wild music is abroad, Pale, desert woods! within your crowd; And gathering winds, in hoarse accord, Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[stephenjohnbanker]

Hi LG, nice poem. I have visited Longfellows house.

[Soaring Feather]

Howdy!

Well, yes, we have cold and I have had a non functioning furnace, 3 days this week. Heating guy was here today and installed a new thermostat.

Currently trying to get the old manse warmed up. I crashed for a couple of hours this afternoon - last night was rather sleepless.

Odd winter it seems. We have very little snow cover. Now this cold hangs on. Oh well, it's February.

[Soaring Feather]

Woods in Winter


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



Lovely poem and graphic. Thank You. Hope you are doing well this evening.

[Lady Jag]

The Longfellow house in Cambridge MA or Portland ME? The one in Cambridge is gorgeous.

[Lady Jag]

Hi, Sweets!

Doc put me on antibiotics again. Keep getting bronchitis.

Longfellow was another of my favorites as a child. I had a lot of favorites.

The Ant
by Ogden Nash 
  
The ant has made himself illustrious
Through constant industry industrious.
So what?
Would you be calm and placid
If you were full of formic acid?

[Soaring Feather]

My first book of poetry was "A Child's Garden of Verses" by Robert Louis Stevenson. My Uncle gave it to me as a birthday present. I loved it so.


Well, hopefully the antibiotic will stop the bronchitis.

[Soaring Feather]

34. The Swing

Robert Louis Stevenson

HOW do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall, 5
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown— 10
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

[Lady Jag]

My first poetry I don't recall.

My first poetry memory is my first grade teacher, on my graduating, telling me never to give it up.

I know I wrote some that first year, but don't remember any.

[Soaring Feather]

It was in my 6th grade when we did poetry-I think that's the year I received the book. I was probably 10 or 11 years old.

Wish I knew what happened to that book. Moving and all over the years. I began writing in 1980!

[stephenjohnbanker]

"I began writing in 1980!"

27 years of class!

[stephenjohnbanker]

The one in Cambridge. I grew up in Newtonville.

[Lady Jag]

I used to know Newtonville fairly well, but am oriented in different directions these days.

[stephenjohnbanker]

I just returned from the orient, so that seems fair : )

[Soaring Feather]

LOL one way to look at it. ;)

First published in 1984, Knoxville, TN., Anthology.

[Lady Jag]

Ah, so, East meets East!