Brown

December 1, 2011
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Brown
By: Ashton Robbins
Stiff hay brush,
Long dirt roads,
The scuffing of cowboy boots through the dust,
Four- legged beauties trot through the fields,
Brown eyed country girls and
Bronze backed hands cooling off in the creek.
Dry cornhusk rows,
Auburn sinking sunsets,
Umber hay bales scatter through the plains,
Golden biscuits and cornbread on the scratched chestnut kitchen table,
Light brown coffee bubbling over the campfire,
Sepia squeaking porch swings,
Mud-painted hand prints on the porch steps,
Pick-up truck rides deep into the woods,
The crunching of sienna fall leaves,
That has drifted down from the long-stretched tree branches.
Faded and dusty leather picture albums filled with memories,
Small mahogany barn that needs rebuilding,
Young couples lying by the old oak tree,
Caramel colored cats scatter across the road, escaping flying cars,
Sweet caramel candies,
The copper colored chickens yelling “Cock-Ah-Doodle-Doo!” when the sun starts to rise,
Brown is the color of all country life,
And that’s just enough for me.





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