Brown Town of Bhoulder

Brown Town of Bhoulder

Brown building all the same,

The peoples sheds all in shambles,

Deer roaming almost tame,

Smoke arising from burning brambles,

This is the way of the Brown Town of

Bhoulder

Brown cracked vagabond feet,

From the far hills on the dirt road came,

To the nomads the locals ran to meet,

Only to find that all around its just the same,

This is the way of the Brown Town of

Bhoulder

The traveler said,

"Streams a flowing, they are nevermore,

We eat hard cakes of bread,

Jets through the sky they loudly soar,

We'd much rather have birds instead,

Is this the way of the Brown Town of

Bhoulder?"

Replied the locals,

"Brown buildings all the same, 

The peoples sheds all in shambles,

Deer roaming almost tame,

Smoke arising from burning brambles,

this is the way of the Brown Town of 

Bhoulder."

Image And Text Copyright 2011 Nicole Lackey