Alice L. Lawrence - PARIS

As we are sitting in our tour bus,
There's a young man sitting in front of US
His companies and all else he recalled,
With remembrances of his first
trip (Parisian Tales)
We listen as if to a travel guide
Thrilled, enthused continued on our ride
To the Eiffel Tower over the Seine to the place we stayed
Back and forth each day a trip
to the Louvre we made
We would cross over the Seine
from the left bank
Proving us art lovers at the first rank
When I think of Paris; it's
Pictures painted, pictures
to be signed,
And the tour bus comes
to mind.

Alice L. Lawrence

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