Classic Poem

Stay, stay, dragonfly!
I'll give you lump salt, so stay,
don't move!
I'll twist a horsetail hair
on a bamboo-blind slat,
tie you to it,
and let a child, a boy, pull it,
play with you!
If I could only trust a letter to the blowing wind!
that's what I think,
but then it might drop in some damnable field!