Flies

I don’t like flies. I have a couple buzzing around. Mosquitos are worse. So, in my irritable mood, a few poems recognizing the fly, for whatever reason!

The Fly – by Ogden Nash
God in His wisdom made the fly
And then forgot to tell us why.

The Fly – by William Blake
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing;
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Than am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

Summer Serenade – by Ogden Nash
When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dry,
Look, my darling, that’s July.

Though the grassy lawn be leather,
And prickly temper tugs the tether,
Shall we postpone our love for weather?
If we must melt, let’s melt together!

Summer is ending, but birds sing, bees buzz, flies annoy, the beach beckons, and life goes on!

10 thoughts on “Flies”

  1. I have a strong dislike of flies too. I appreciate the very important role they play in the ecosystem, but I wish they’d not land on me or my food after doing so. 🙂

  2. I like Ogden Nash so much, Anne! Someone modified his poem to “God in His wisdom made the fly so as to remove the mote in His eye”!

  3. Yes, I think God had something in his eye when flies were created. But Google says they do serve a purpose:

    Yes, flies serve vital ecological purposes by acting as natural decomposers, breaking down organic matter like rotting material and dead animals. They are also essential pollinators for a wide range of plants, including some crops. Furthermore, flies are a crucial part of the food chain, serving as a food source for birds, fish, other insects, and small mammals. 

  4. Thanks, Judy! I rather enjoyed reading poems. I thought the contrast of Nash-Blake-Nash was rather nice. 🙂

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