by Eleanor Farjeon
When the heat of the summer
Made drowsy the land,
A dragonfly came
And sat on my hand,
With its blue jointed body,
And wings like spun glass,
It lit on my fingers
As though they were grass.
from Sing a Song of Seasons:
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
Selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018 
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