I Asked The Little Boy Who Cannot See

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.”



About The Henry Brothers

We are English teachers involved in ELT publishing in Turkey, and also touring the country giving workshops and presentations to English teachers, mainly on the use of poetry, storytelling and other lively activities in the classroom. We can be contacted by e-mail to canmoorcroft@gmail.com or paul.zarraga@gmail.com
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5 Responses to I Asked The Little Boy Who Cannot See

  1. I remember a friend of mine telling me of his daughter (5-years old at that time) who had once referred to a particular word she had liked because of the way it tasted. Unfortunately, I can’t recall the actual word she had mentioned, but only that it had tasted like chocolate.

  2. I love that, Richard – I can feel a senses poem coming on….

  3. createacher says:

    a wonderful one, thank you brothers…

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