This file includes Eyes, Blindness, Glasses, Winking, and Optical Illusions.
Also see Looking and Seeing.



Eyes


Page Toppers


Quotes About Eyes


Bedtime Poem

This is EAST, and this is WEST,
Soon I'll learn to say the rest.

This is HIGH, and this is LOW,
Only see how much I know.

This is NARROW, this is WIDE,
See how much I know beside.

DOWN is where my feet you see;
UP is where my head should be.

Here is my NOSE, and there my EYES,
Don't you think I'm getting wise?

Now my eyes wide OPEN keep,
I SHUT them when I go to sleep.


Choice

(Katherine Edelman)

Beauty of rich coloring,
Shades of every hue,
But the very loveliest
Of all shades is blue.

Blue is the color
Of an April sky,
Blue is the twilight
Going softly by.

Blue is lake water
Lapping the shore,
And delicate bluebirds
That flutter and soar.

In blue flame of color
Asters run wild,
And blue--innocently blue--
Are the eyes of a child.


Songs about Blue Eyes


Songs about Black Eyes


Songs about Brown Eyes


Songs about Dark Eyes


Songs about Green Eyes


Songs about Grey Eyes


Songs about Hazel Eyes


Songs about Various Colored Eyes


Songs about Eyes



Winking


Quotes about Winking


Songs about Winking



Glasses


Page Toppers


Quotes about Glasses


Page Idea

On a page for a person who just got glasses for the first time use a copy of an eye chart. You should be able to download a copy from an internet site or make our own in a word processor by using decreasing font sizes on each line.


Grandpa Dropped His Glasses

(Leroy F. Jackson)

Grandpa dropped his glasses once
In a pot of dye,
And when he put them on again
He saw a purple sky.
Purple fires were rising up
From a purple hill,
Men were grinding purple cider
at a purple mill.

Purple Adeline was playing
With a purple doll;
Little purple dragon flies
Were crawling up the wall.
And at the supper-table
He got crazy as a loon
From eating purple apple dumplings
With a purple spoon.


Repairing Your Glasses

To prevent the screws in eyeglasses from loosening, apply a small drop of clear nail polish to the threads of the screws before tightening them. Or put a piece of dental floss through the opening before putting in the screw.


Songs about Glasses



Blindness


The Most Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn--not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it;
here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second
that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.


Songs about Blindness



Optical Illusions


Quotes about Optical Illusions


Links to Illusions