I Asked the Little Boy Who Cannot See by Anon

[trinkie]

I Asked the Little Boy Who Cannot See
by Anon

I asked the little boy who cannot see
"And what is colour like?"
"Why, green" said he,
"Is like the rustle when the wind blows through
The forest, running water, that is blue.
And red is like a trumpet sound, and pink
Is like the smell of roses, and I think
That purple must be like a thunderstorm,
And yellow is like something soft and warm,
And white is a pleasant stillness when you lie
And dream.

[Kenn]

Lovely Trinkie shame we will never know who wrote such a moving piece of poetry.