He can't see, he is blind
But he has pictured the world in his mind
He did need a guide
A faithful dog to go by his side
He and his dog
Have traveled the world more than you and me
He knows by the feel of his feet, each and every land
And the sound of the seven seas
Such a world for himself
Only he could create
Through the smell and sound
And whatever he could appreciate
It’s a world of nature and peace
A world where war and jealousy cease
It is his world
But why can't it be yours and mine
Why can't we tune our senses
To, know the world so fine
Only when people's consciences awaken will war and greed cease; but who is to set the example? Thanks for this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice touching poem..........concer n for those few who are forgotten