Brown Poem

I have a friend who

wears stars in her crown

she suggested I write

about the color brown.

Not the brown of dead leaves

or the color of dirt

or the brown of the coat

worn by my dog Gert.

But the brown

of dark chocolate

in cakes or pies

and the deep rich brown

I see in your eyes.  

Brown for footballs

and brown for skin.

Isn't it a marvelous

world we live in?

      Ok. Linda there is the beginning of a brown poem.  Not the world's greatest poem but a good attempt.  I was going to include chocolate brownies, and pudding, ice cream bars and candy, but it all was making me hungry, so I took a break.  I hope you have a great day and enjoy writing your own brown poems.