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.
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