Seek and Ye Shall Find

 

Dragonfly Visit

Wagon pulled by the bright orange tractor couldn’t be finer,

To a little boy sitting high on a hay bale, like it was a recliner,

A hayride in March, at an orchard, with white apple blossoms abundant,

As were the pink peach blooms, without being redundant,

Listening and looking for song birds, that was our mission,

As we bumped along the unpaved path, under muddy conditions,

The freshly cut grass gave a pungent smell,

A sunny, spring morning had us under its spell,

An unsuspecting dragonfly gently landed on the boy’s lap,

We both recognized that it wasn’t a random mishap,

The dragonfly then perched comfortably on the board beside us,

We didn’t disturb him at all or make a big fuss,

There with his compound eyes and wax paper-like wings he sat,

And rode the rest of the hayride just like that,

When the tractor had stopped, and all the children were off,

He climbed onto my finger for a photo opp,

Then he took off in flight as quickly as he came,

And we knew that this day would not be the same,

The boy looked at me with his big grandpa-blue eyes,

And said, “Bet that was Grandpa, in disguise”,

Grandpa’s up in heaven, but comes down for a visit,

If we keep our eyes open and truly believe in it.

Tammy Harvey

Written: 4/6/2021