The Turquoise Story Book: Stories and Legends of Summer and Nature
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The Turquoise Story Book: Stories and Legends of Summer and Nature
Nature -- Juvenile literature; Summer -- Juvenile literature
All the little grass-blade spirits cried, "All hail, Prince Dragon-Fly!"
and the flower princess—who would be queen now of all the winged folk as
well—called to the grass-blade spirit who had urged Prince Dragon-Fly to
find her. And as the little grass-blade fairy knelt there at her feet,
she proclaimed him "Knight of the Grass-Blades, Keeper of the Dewdrops,
and Lord High Admiral of the Garden Pond."
The folk at the bottom of the garden pond, however, went on just the
same in spite of the New Dewdrop—High Lord, Grass-Blade Admiral. In
fact, they didn't even know that there was a new admiral, and they never
dreamed of the great coronation ceremony that was to make the poor
little despised grubby thing the king of the winged creatures. They just
thought about themselves as usual, and the success of the last ball, and
the aristocratic turtles, and the extra shiny mud floor where the newest
newt with the orange spots on his waistcoat had danced so beautifully
with Sir Fat-Frog's fattest daughter.
THE DRAGON-FLY
To-day I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie;
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk! from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Through crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
ALFRED TENNYSON.
ON THE WING
Out of a tuft a little lark
Went higher up than I could mark,
His little throat was all one thirst
To sing until his heart should burst,
To sing aloft in golden light
His song from blue air out of sight.
JOHN MASEFIELD.
When birdies sing on every tree.
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylarks sing with me,
O what sweet company.
WILLIAM BLAKE.
HOW WOODPECKER CHANGED HIS
COLOURS
(MICMAC LEGEND)
Long, long ago Woodpecker wore a plain suit of dark grey feathers with a
few white patches on it. He often looked admiringly at the bright
colours which many of the birds wore, and sometimes his gay companions
taunted him about his plain clothes. Then Grey Woodpecker would leave
the woods for awhile and flit about an Indian village.
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