A Dragonfly

A Dragonfly by Eleanor Farjeon

When the heat of the summer
made drowsy the land,
a dragonfly came
and sat on my hand.

With its blue-jointed body,
and wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
as though they were grass.

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A Dragonfly

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