Asheville North Carolina

Walking downtown streets of Asheville I could hear drums in the white wind Despite being deserted I feel a thrill Of creative energy hoping to thrive again The shops full of unique crafts and goods With store workers seemingly bored Gentrified was the emerald neighborhood But evidence of roots still in stores Helene had come through full steam Wiping away many quaint little places Despite that people here still dream Need for hurricane relief etched in faces I picked up the cutest jewelry at Noir Was impressed by the design and symbol The artist had breast cancer, a star Who designs shine in times not simple And the drumming was the shop above That sold music coffee and specialty gifts Three men playing drums with love Giving ambiance and silver souls a lift I can say I survived Hurricane Hugo And I have some sense of their loss But we had more support than they do If you can shop online or visit help their cause