Poem: English Through the Five Senses

Tony Canadas Ruiz, Spain

English is touching beach pebbles
On a rough winter morning.
It is like seeing and old churchyard
With tears running down your cheeks.
English is eating fish and chips
And the radio playing the Beatles.
English is the voice of a cockney taxi driver
And the sound of angels peeping at my window.
It is the smell of heaven but on earth
And the sight of flowers in a nice country garden.