|One evening we were returning to the city from the depths of northern Michigan, sort of glazed over after having driven for 6 hours with several hundred other motorists wishing they could travel 80 but were down to 25 MPH. When we turned down our street and saw to our amazement a dragonfly. Big one too. Then another and another and as we got closer to our home sweet home, there were hundreds of them zipping around. We got out of the car in wonderment wishing that my dad was around to see this phenomenom and looked up to see "good old just in time" my dad the biologist drive up. He was speechless. We lived at the time near several of Detroit's major historical cemetaries, complete with ponds and a lake. I can hardly describe the feeling of having several hundred dragonflies zipping around me. Not one of them made contact with any of us. And as soon as they materialized they travelled away and were gone. ------ Erica Mercer -------- Visit her at erksnerks ------||
Red & Blue Dragonfly David Simmons ©1997
|Thanks to Erica for this "Dragonfly" story.|
small pond behind my studio and I get great pleasure from watching all
of the many colored dragonflies flitting about the water. Of course, this
is the source of the name for my studio. Dragonflies have the ability to
fly in any direction...or to simply hover, seemingly motionless. Then,
suddenly dart away at full speed! In the world of art those same qualities
are very valuable.
Dave ------- the proprietor of Blue Dragonfly Studio.-------
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;
Through crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.--------(lines 8-15, "The Two Voices," Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1833)---------
Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun. For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft muc on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more. "Look!" said one of the water bugs to another. "One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?" Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return. "That's funny!" said one water bug to another. "Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second water bug. "Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third. No one had the answer. They were greatly puzzled. Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why." "We promise," they said solemnly.
One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up, he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad, green pad above. When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly. Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by, the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest.
Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before. Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why." Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water. "I can't return!" he said in dismay. "At least I tried, but I can't keep my promise. Even if I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies, too. Then they'll understand what happened to me, and where I went." And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful world of sun and air!
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