Brown Poem by Margaret Smith

For me, brown is the color of music-
My gutar, my piano.
It is the color of caffeine-
Coffee, tea, Coke-the neccessities of life.
My teddy bear sitting on my bed,
Watching my every move.
My dog, Snickers, watches me, too.
She knows when I get her brown leather leash that she's going outside.
Wet sand in the tidepools, as I'm walking along the beach,
And the brown leather cover of my favorite book, as I open it every
night.