Seeing With Your Senses © Poem by Roann Mendriq

A stranger stood beside me,
on an early morning walk;
We smiled like polite strangers do,
and soon began to talk.

I knew that he, like I, was awed,
by the grandeur of the morn;
by the sight of meadows rolling past,
and fields of golden corn.

As we wandered down a rustic path,
I held out a rambling rose;
He sniffed it's heady fragrance,
and let it touch his nose!

We stepped under an ancient tree,
I marvelled at the green;
He nodded.. softly saying,
that's a shade he'd never seen.

'Just look up at that sparkling sky,
can you believe that blue? ! '
He said he'd rather feel the grass,
kissed by morning dew!

I marvelled at cotton-clouds,
that scudded thru' the sky;
He marvelled at the birds we heard,
and the fact that they could fly!

When suddenly the world grew dark,
I saw the lightening flash;
My friend laughed out aloud and cried,
'Just hear that thunder crash! '

The rain surged down in blinding sheets,
my sight grew blurred and dim;
My new friend strode on eagerly -
it didn't bother him;

'Lets run for it! ' I cried to him,
'It's no use walking on...'
'The rain has ruined everything,
all the magic's gone! '

He smiled at me and whispered,
'Walk with me and feel the rain! '
Then magically he unfurled,
his red and white striped cane.