Bridge, Street View.
Summer finally rolls into town,
Enough to rouse spontaneous
Smiling faces, and the laughter
On façades of the ancient pont.
New friends meet as if old,
Great windows reflect the scene,
So many people in the warmth,
Bring Lincoln alive 'neath sun.
No crisp chill breezes here,
Where once the snow lay strewn.
A month away in foreign lands,
Show attitudes have risen some.
Casual acquaintances could bring new ideas,
History has passed this way awhile.
Contributing to the risen tide swell,
Sounding here that tired old bell.