The Dragonflies'Lair~Thread LIV

The Poets of The Lair | July 1, 2008 | Soaring Feather

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragonfly 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

[NY Attitude]

Morning there tomkow6. Howgozit?

[tomkow6]

[NY Attitude]

LOL.

[Soaring Feather]

BWAAAAAHAHAHAHA
Mernin' TOM!

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning/afternoon, everyone.

[MEG33]

Good Afternoon To The Lair

Bamburgh Castle

The Castle

All through that summer at ease we lay,
And daily from the turret wall
We watched the mowers in the hay
And the enemy half a mile away
They seemed no threat to us at all.

For what, we thought, had we to fear
With our arms and provender, load on load,
Our towering battlements, tier on tier,
And friendly allies drawing near
On every leafy summer road.

Our gates were strong, our walls were thick,
So smooth and high, no man could win
A foothold there, no clever trick
Could take us, have us dead or quick.
Only a bird could have got in.

What could they offer us for bait?
Our captain was brave and we were true....
There was a little private gate,
A little wicked wicket gate.
The wizened warder let them through.

Oh then our maze of tunneled stone
Grew thin and treacherous as air.
The cause was lost without a groan,
The famous citadel overthrown,
And all its secret galleries bare.

How can this shameful tale be told?
I will maintain until my death
We could do nothing, being sold;
Our only enemy was gold,
And we had no arms to fight it with.

Edwin Muir

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good Morning/Afternoon, Lairites!

[Kathy in Alaska]

wh!!

NYA.....#1000!!

[WayzataJOHNN]

You are a Knife

You are precise, determined, and detail oriented.
You mean what you say, and you say what you mean.

You enjoy taking risks and living on the edge.
You are a controversial person. You opinions tend to be divisive.

What Utensil Are You?

[WayzataJOHNN]

beautiful castle and poem, awesome!

[MEG33]

Thank you, Johnn..They were fortunate finds.

[Soaring Feather]

Meg, what a find both the picture and the poetry. Fabulous, I just love it! Thank You.

[Soaring Feather]

Yes, Johnn, I do believe all those things about you. LOL

[Soaring Feather]

Okay Ma, here's yer TRUMPETS!!

[WayzataJOHNN]

Shucks, no fooling you!

[MEG33]

Thank you, SF..and you are welcome. I think this is my best poem find .

[Soaring Feather]

I think this is my best poem find .

Oh, indeed it is. Your find may have inspired me to carry on with Glen Gaul Way, I have been wanting a motivation to write more on this series of poems.;0)

[WayzataJOHNN]

“may have inspired me to carry on with Glen Gaul Way”

YAY!

[Kathy in Alaska]

d:o) Thank you.....love the Canadian Brass. Barry’s coming tonight.

[MEG33]

AH ..That would be a bonus indeed!