Girl of Paris At Champ De Mars

GIRL OF PARIS AT CHAMP DE MARS Beneath the girds of steel, rising to the sky; where tourists go to watch the world go by; the children come to play, and lovers walk through myriads of life and idle talk, this is the Champ de Mars where Paris goes to show that side of life that only Paris shows, with donkey rides and jugglers all for fun where you'll forget a love, or meet someone A troubadour will sing her memory so you'll forget tomorrow has to be, and people watching is the thing in style, each painted face, each heartbreak, every smile. Where madamoiselle forgets what she must wear throws caution to the wind, lets down her hair an orange blouse, and skin tight yellow hose, she shows the world someone it never knows. She's looking for that locking of her eyes and touching of her heart, as time it flies, and someone she has known, but never met, the first kiss of her life she'll not forget. And Paris knows, yes Paris knows what's real the love she comes to know and love and feel it never will leave her, as time goes by and she will think on it, many times, and cry. © RON Wilson Arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet