Paris

I waited for what seemed like hours

sitting by the sidewalk waiting for a train

a train that would take me to Paris

when it finally arrived I climbed on

I put my suitcase down and sat in my seat

the man next to me smiled

I asked where he was headed

his smile grew as he spoke

of Paris

I gazed out the window for what

seemed like forever

birds were flying and singing

I could tell they were free

free to fly to Paris

On my first day I got off the train

I was counting the weeks

the days and hours

the minutes and seconds

going by while in Paris

I could feel the fresh air

breath it in

feel the soft sun on my face

I couldn't believe my eyes

I was in Paris

I shopped and looked around

smiling at the faces

I looked at a nice shop window and

saw a nice little booklet

it read A Writers Paris

Paris is where I bought that book

I opened the book

nothing was inside

blank pages and not even lines

I took a pink pen from by bag

and started writing

I couldn't sit still

I saw a cafe down a tiny street

people walking by

kids holding balloons

but I'll I could pay attention to was the smell

the smell of chocolate

I rushed to the cafe

sat down in  a yellow chair

pulled out my journal

and let down my hair

I sat reading and eating

not caring about anything because i was here

Paris was where I tasted chocolate

I watched a women with

curly blond hair

she was smiling

and running down the street

holding a book in her left

and a hat in her right

then she was out of sight

The next day I went to an
open field and started writing
writing down my entire
life's history
all the bad and the good
looking at the sky while
watching my memories go by
I was in Paris

I looked at the sites
took pictures while I walked
spoke to well almost everyone
for the next six days
I traveled around the city
taking photos and writing
down my thoughts
I was in Paris

I saved the best for last

I stood by the tower

gazing at its wonder

how far had I come

how difficult and exhilarating the ride

but I'm glad i got on

I was in Paris

I loved Paris

Paris was where I learned

to live

Wondering Paris

was like being in a dream

but now its time to leave

I've learned and can go

I walked the miles to the

station not wanting to get on

but the roads been fun

and its time to move on

I will miss u Paris