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TITLE: Brown Allegiance | Previous Challenge Entry
By Avigail David
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ADD TO MY FAVORITES
I live in the Kingdom of Browns
where brown is a common place
Even names are such a novelty
To name a few amazes me.
My allegiance to brown, I’ll tell you why.
Kingdom of Browns, or Land of the Browns
Whichever fits the tongue or cares to browse
whatever quirky term for brown,
I’m game to accept with ever loving arms
My allegiance to brown, tender and warm
I’m the middle of seven sisters in my family
We’re all brown-skinned, but far from tan
My eyes are russet, my flowing hair brunette
my sisters’ are the best auburn eyes and hair
That matched them just as perfectly.
Governor Luis III is my father’s name
He is browner than most of us womenfolk
But my mother is fairer and white,
whom I got my colour, fair and not quite brown
I must say, with all my respect to Governor Dad
He’s chocolate- coloured, a dark one, I’m proud!
My Governor Dad rules the Kingdom of Brown with fervour
With brilliant dark brown eyes set under a broad brow
His fine thin lips, graven with firm lines of a leader
One of kind and sensitive spirit, but of unyielding will.
Brown is common in my home
From cooking to baking, brownies are my fav’rite
Mom burns her cooking, but not as habit
A meal we’d call it the best “Brownie-Ever”
But her best of all, golden brown wholemeal bread.
In our house where native Brownians come
Mom cooks her best meal with great care and love
Not a burn, nor a sigh,
She gives her best and receives them all
guests of white-coloured come and visit
And they love us, brown folks, just as much.
We don’t live in a palace, or a castle
Dad built most of our house with timber
Of fine cedar, Tasmanian brown oak,
His most loved wood, the best reddish-brown
Red-gum hardwood, Vic Ash, and imported narra.
Antiquity sets my home in wonder-brown
Our mantle above the brown brick hearth
holds our one and only Pilgrim’s Progress,
Webster Speller, Sankie’s Best Hymns
RodeHeaver’s Gospel Solos
and the most loved Bible
in Its brown cowhide casing.
The thick brown pages of our treasured books
Are all we have, devour and read.
At our long messmate dining table
we have the pleasures of singing
in harmonic parts , the old RodeHeaver’s hymns.
In the Kingdom of Brown, or Land, if you will
Where all grass is brown and golden haze
Most dangerous brown snakes are never a threat
Laughing kookaburras, in brown and streaks of white
iguanas, brown-jacket blue tongued lizards
Will welcome visitors in all the land
In summer, the sun browns or burns our cabbages
Browning paddocks and struggling vegetation
our undulating hill, bare, brown and rocky
But brown cane toads in cool summer nights basal chorus
Brown rain moths at our doorstep, pleading entry
Make summer droughts not so bad after all.
Come and visit me and my Brownian friends
We’d welcome you with orange-brown gazanias
While we visit, I’ll make you cappuccino latte
Or brewed coffee, choc’late fudge on the side
(These brown dainties, Mom never burns.)
My allegiance to russet, auburn, or simply brown
Is what makes our lives cheery and bright!
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