</>Every summer the young woman had filled the pond for the dragonflies,
Who mated and deposited their eggs on it's smooth, glassy surface;
And very often they allowed her to pet them, as she gently stretched
Her tentative fingers toward them, holding her breath, always in full view -
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I truly enjoy this poem and have read it several times. Enjoying it and feeling it to be in my child mind a true story. Oh how I want it to be that magicical true story for that part of me which always longs to live in such a world. Thank you for telling this one. It is amazing and one of my favorites.