The Cricket and the Dragonfly
A Long, Long Time ago, there was a cricket whose name
was Blue, she was named after the sky that she loved so true.
All day long she would look up at the sky while the other
crickets played and hopped merrily on by.
Then one day a dragonfly landed near and he heard the
whispered wish, the cricket held so dear.
Crickets my dear, he said, belong on the ground and if
you fell, well, you may never ever be found.
The little cricket answered yes I know, but to the sky
is where my heart longs to go. I have wings to help me fly
but they only carry me about one foot high.
To the top is where I long to be.
Hey! Maybe you could help me.
I don't know if that is a safe thing to do little cricket
but if you can help me then I will try and help you.
What can I do to help dragonfly, the cricket cheerfully asked?
Some rain would be nice to put in my water flask.
I carry water to those of us who are sick but there seems to be a
water shortage since the farmer filled in the ditch.
I would be more than glad to help and the cricket sung her beautiful song,
then tender raindrops fell from the sky and the dragonfly was pleased
as he carried water half the day long to those in need.
When the sky cleared and there was no more rain, the cricket waited
for the dragonfly to return again, and when he did not come back to her,
the cricket's face had a look of concern.
I know he will return, the cricket whispered to herself low, he just has to
for he promised me so. Just as the sun begin to set low, along came the dragonfly and asked, Are you ready to go?
The cricket said, Yes as her heart for this had cheerfully longed.
The little cricket jumped on the dragonflies back and held tightly on.
To the top of the tree he flew and landed on the tip top as he promised her
he would do. The crickets eyes filled with wonder and tears.
This is what she had been dreaming of, for years.
The dragonfly's days were never worried about drought, whenever his cricket
friend was about and the Cricket took many journeys on the dragonflies back.
She told her story in a song again and again. The tale of how a cricket flew
up into the sky, on the back of her dragonfly friend.
3/09/2017
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2016
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