Hidden Treasure

Past the cotton fields
you’ll find a place tucked away
where the paint has peeled

They’ve served barbeque
since the old days, in a town
made of just a few

Come for the smoked beef
stay for beer and company
visits won’t be brief

For a modern feel
go up the road where there are
flowers made of steel

On Valentine’s Day
gaze at a perfect real rose
in its own bouquet