The Dragon-fly by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro’ crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
In its eyes are mirrored
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 them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred“
I thought it was so cool to hear the snickers of the rest of the class when I got to say “Hell” in class.
Cherish the memories and wonder of it all on your journey†††††††††nada te turbe†††††jim