We know when the sun takes its hiatus
Buckets of tear drops we see pouring down;
Hedgerows get pregnant with beds of cuscus;
Grassy pastures are laced with much cow-down
Firewood amassed for homes not in town;
The gurgling sounds of gully streams pulsate
For all sorts of insects to conjugate.
Country life is a blissful way of life;
It fills serenity's cup to the brim,
From crack of dawn and beyond sunset blithe;
Eden comes in full view with an awesome gym,
Nature's store-house of gifts for us, from Him;
Despite stiff competition we endure,
Nature holds the keys to unlock fate's door.
No blazing cane-fields to cause frustration,
But this scene over the pond to the west,
Caught my attention and adoration;
Aquatic insects hover at their best;
These dragonflies are back at Sunset Crest
Freely mixing mystic power with grace,
And kites with anchors can't keep up their pace.
With devil's eyes disguised, they pray and prey
On wings of light , long before the ice age;
From prehistoric mist, they've come to stay
With varied names to stump an astute sage;
Dreadful names, yet I find no cause for rage;
Whether in damsel wear or dragon suit
Insect hides, they tan them in hot pursuit.
Adonately loved by folks everywhere;
They flaunt their beauty, life histories and
Amazing act while mating in the air
Searching, for clean water throughout the land
On which to lay eggs in the vast expand;
Hating mosquitoes unhealthy lifestyles
These cute dragonflies feast on them like flies.
Dragonfly fauna we respect greatly
In the West Indies , and across the sea;
And Japs adore your martial arts daily;
This Murcia shot of you, Gregg sent me;
Such a stunning perch you posed for all to see
Your bodily colours, flagging rainbow;
In your perch your frame lights up the show.
This shot was taken by Gerald Webdell, Photographer
from Devon, Plymouth, UK while in Spain in the hills near Murcia
©Paterika Hengreaves
May 31, 2009/Barbados
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