Unblinded Heart Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Farms and fields bump up against the horizon
their rows of corn
and melons still on the vines
basking in hot summer sun.
None are in his fields of vision
but he FEELS the warmth,
HEARS the sounds of
field animals and songs of birds;
the clickety clack of a busy train
going somewhere off in the distance.
He SMELLS the sweetness of the grass,
the honeysuckle vines and drying hale bales.
As bright a sparkling day
and as sweet to other senses
these gifts to the unblinded heart.