The Man and the Yellow House

Today I came upon my friend Noah Lindsey on Church Street, cutting weeds from his hedges. We talked awhile and he shared that he likes living in yellow houses on corners. I inquired as to why and he said while growing up, he lived in a yellow house on a corner. The house on Church Street once belonged to a church member friend of his, a lady we used to call the walking lady, who in her later years went blind.
Noah, who used to live on Brown Street in a yellow house, on the corner, purchased her home when she went into a nursing home. Noah said that he wrote a series of poems about different aspects of his boyhood home, but misplaced the poems. The series was titled The Yellow House on the Corner.

I hope that next month when I pass Noah's house, he shall share that he located the poems.