The Dragon-fly by Alfred Lord TennysonToday I saw the dragon-flyCome from the wells where he did lie.An inner impulse rent the veilOf his old husk: from head to tailCame out clear plates of sapphire mail.He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dewA living flash of light he flew.In its eyes are mirroredfar-off-mountainsDragonfly!Some days words come to me, other days someone else has better ones. Hard to compete with Alfred Lord Tennyson. I can remember my dad helping me to learn the words so I could recite by memory The Charge of the Light Brigade to my fourth grade class.“Cannon to right of them,Cannon to left of them,Cannon behind themVolley’d and thunder’d;Storm’d at with shot and shell,While horse
