Little Melting Pot

The perfect day
Spinning wheels I reminisced
Cyclists flew by
Cirrus clouds looked like spines
Winter skin was soon red
Flags flying high
This town has been transformed
Walking its streets I saw a new birth
Old south is new
Old-time bricks contrast with modern handiwork
I'm loving the mind behind this
A new mindset
Small town, little melting pot
My thoughts blended right in

The perfect night
Feet traveled a cobbled street
Looking for art
Misdirected at first
Finding walls of hung imaginations
And creativity
Adjacent music filled the night air
Like paintings freed from frames
I rested my tired feet
My ears were blown away
By Mozart's playing guitars
And an angelic voice
Small town, little melting pot
My thoughts blended right in