The brown house <br />at the end of town <br />worn and torn at the edges <br />was dilapilated, falling down <br /> <br />No gates, no fences nor hedges <br />remained in this state <br />for as long as I can remember <br /> <br />What makes the subject of a story <br />while all the others washed away <br />without a thought <br />unremembered dwellings <br /> <br />The other side of the tracks <br />a worn out house down-town <br />was it really brown<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brown-house-remembered/
