He Listens Poem by Ray Hansell

His eyes cannot see
Yet, he see’s so clearly

He can smell the summer flowers
He can feel the a summer shower

He hears things he cannot see
Sometimes he see’s better then me

He knows when the sun is high in the sky
He hears the birds as they fly by

He listens to footsteps as they get near
Soon that persons name you’ll hear

He knows who it is before they arrive
He does it all not using his eyes

Mt friend he cannot see
But at times, he see’s better then me



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