My poem

I asked the boy who could not see

I asked the boy who could not see
“And what is color like?”
‘Why red” he said,
“Is like a warm blanket that my mum puts on my bed.
The thin ice that I feel on my feet on the cold grass; that is blue.
Yellow is like the warm sun that shines down over me.
Orange juice runs down my throat in an fruity wonderland that is orange.
Jelly wobbles around a plate, that is cool green.
Turquoise is like a river running down a stream
And pink is like smelling flowers in the garden.”

Cody