Blind
As I walked to my home
I met a blind man
he was old and ragged
and was carrying a can
I said to him “why sir
let me help you fill your cup
he said to me don’t give me money
all I lack are my eyes to fill up
I asked him “what do you mean?”
then he said “ now let me think”
We walked and then he said
“describe the color pink”
I looked at him with pity
as I searched my mind
I could not help this poor man
how can you explain pink to a man who is blind
I said to the man “I’m so sorry”
he told me “its okay”
as he walked down the rode he said
“few people can help in that way”
that night I had a dream
The dream filled my heart
I woke with an idea
to help do my part
that night I wrote a poem
on paper torn and curled
I wrote about pink
and all the beauty in the world
the next day I met him
Sitting on the rode with his can
and said “ I have it
I can help you dear man”
then I read my poem about visual beauty
as he listen his eyes filled with tears
he said “I see it , so beautiful”
“never have I heard color in all my years”
he thanked me for the poem
and then went off alone
And called back to me
"I’ll never for get the kindness you’ve shown"
I wrote this in eighth grade for an assignment. I got the idea through a question my second grade teacher asked several years ago. she would have us write in a our journal every morning and one day she asked us how we would explain the color pink to some one blind ? so I wrote this. after I'd had several years to mul over the question. As you can see I can't even write about something sentimental and not have some odd twist to it. I mean pink for crying out loud. so my dear readers the question for today is if you had the choice of either being a frog or a fish which would you choose. I personaly would rather be frog you'd get the best of both worlds. water and land. except I'd be all slimey. ew!so my dear friends up date on my hampster. so the other day I brought home some peanuts still in their shells. and both of the hampsters had a blast tearing them to shreds. morice simply. stuffed tham into his cheeks and went and hid in his bedding. spike being smaller simply lost intrest after trying to hold it in his mouth and left it sitting in his bowl until later that night. when he joyfully tore it to shreds. spike is so strange. He climbs around in his tubes for a whole ten min. and then stops mid-tube and lays down and falls to sleep. I was so jealous I wish I could fall asleep that fast. but what was really funny was that when he lays down he lays really flat so he looks like this little gray rug no bigger than a.....um ... a.. really small flat apple? I don't know how to describe it. btu no les thatn one min. later he's up and running up and down the tubes again. so I'm done talking now so you can stop reading.................really I mean it you can stop ............................I promise you if you read this last sentence it wont tell you anything.
I met a blind man
he was old and ragged
and was carrying a can
I said to him “why sir
let me help you fill your cup
he said to me don’t give me money
all I lack are my eyes to fill up
I asked him “what do you mean?”
then he said “ now let me think”
We walked and then he said
“describe the color pink”
I looked at him with pity
as I searched my mind
I could not help this poor man
how can you explain pink to a man who is blind
I said to the man “I’m so sorry”
he told me “its okay”
as he walked down the rode he said
“few people can help in that way”
that night I had a dream
The dream filled my heart
I woke with an idea
to help do my part
that night I wrote a poem
on paper torn and curled
I wrote about pink
and all the beauty in the world
the next day I met him
Sitting on the rode with his can
and said “ I have it
I can help you dear man”
then I read my poem about visual beauty
as he listen his eyes filled with tears
he said “I see it , so beautiful”
“never have I heard color in all my years”
he thanked me for the poem
and then went off alone
And called back to me
"I’ll never for get the kindness you’ve shown"
I wrote this in eighth grade for an assignment. I got the idea through a question my second grade teacher asked several years ago. she would have us write in a our journal every morning and one day she asked us how we would explain the color pink to some one blind ? so I wrote this. after I'd had several years to mul over the question. As you can see I can't even write about something sentimental and not have some odd twist to it. I mean pink for crying out loud. so my dear readers the question for today is if you had the choice of either being a frog or a fish which would you choose. I personaly would rather be frog you'd get the best of both worlds. water and land. except I'd be all slimey. ew!so my dear friends up date on my hampster. so the other day I brought home some peanuts still in their shells. and both of the hampsters had a blast tearing them to shreds. morice simply. stuffed tham into his cheeks and went and hid in his bedding. spike being smaller simply lost intrest after trying to hold it in his mouth and left it sitting in his bowl until later that night. when he joyfully tore it to shreds. spike is so strange. He climbs around in his tubes for a whole ten min. and then stops mid-tube and lays down and falls to sleep. I was so jealous I wish I could fall asleep that fast. but what was really funny was that when he lays down he lays really flat so he looks like this little gray rug no bigger than a.....um ... a.. really small flat apple? I don't know how to describe it. btu no les thatn one min. later he's up and running up and down the tubes again. so I'm done talking now so you can stop reading.................really I mean it you can stop ............................I promise you if you read this last sentence it wont tell you anything.
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