This is another of 9 poems I wrote for a young friend's 9th birthday. As with most of my poetry for children there is a moral to this one. Look for it at the end of the poem.
THE DRAGONFLY WHO COULDN’T FLY
In a pond with lily pads I chanced to see
a Dragonfly crawling from reed to reed.
“Dragonfly, why don’t you fly from leaf to leaf?”
The Dragonfly said, with a tear in his eye,
“My wings are useless, I can’t even try.”
“What happened to your wings Mr. Dragonfly?
I see them there and they look fine to me.”
“I cannot use these wings you dummy,
They are holding me just like a mummy.
I was just about to fly and dart away,
When Croaky the Frog, said, Hey, No Way!”
“He said my wings are glued to my body
from the milky reeds dripping white honey.
If not for him I would now be candy kisses
Torn apart by all those hungry fishes.”
Croaky the Frog inched ever closer,
The dragonfly was not leaving, no not ever.
Flicking his tongue and blinking his eyes
His dinner on the reed was just the right size.
“Go away you meddling fool”, he said to me.
“That Dragonfly knows that I am cool as can be”
He began to drool all down his chin
He motioned the Dragonfly to his din.
“You dumb, dumb, Dragonfly, can’t you see
That frog wants you his dinner to be.
See him now crouching under that tree.
Don’t go any closer or history you will be.
Flap your wings, they are just fine,
In the air you are safe from Croaky’s kind”.
Dragonfly flapped his wings and then hovered
Above the pond he was fully recovered..
The frog got mad, ate a gnat, and then spat.
There is a moral here to put under your hat
As you go through life trying to make it fit.
If the advice is good, be quick to take it.
Robert Hewett Sr. 1993