Poetry from today

Room 17 are becoming very good poets with lovely imagery and expressive thinking....
What do you think?

I asked a little boy who couldn't see... By Room 17

I asked a little boy who cannot see,

"And what is colour like?"

"Why, blue," said he

"is like the rushing waves when it reaches the sand.

Someone yelling; in agony, that is red;

And grey is like the thundering clouds; preparing for rain; and I think

Yellow must be like the safeness of my bed

And purple is like listening to soothing; music on a dreary day.