The Louvre Visit the Louvre Museum in Paris and view the Mona Lisa and some of the other treasures in its collection. You may want to try practicing your French or click on the English (or Spanish) versions at the bottom of the main page.
by Laura M.
Waiting in line to get into the fair,
The weather is nice with the wind blowing my hair.
"Look at all these rides!" I say to my dad,
I can tell right now, I won't leave here sad.>
My favorite ride is the Round about,
When I go on, I love to shout!
Next, of course, is the double ferris wheel,
Only three tickets, what a deal!
Every now and then you see a chicken or two,
They've apparently escaped from the petting zoo.
Daddy and I get cotton candy,
And every year it tastes just dandy!
All we have left is two more rides,
One is the roller coaster, and the other the big slide.
After those two, the sun will go down,
And we'll be going home with an upside down frown.
On the way home, I'll have a hard time staying awake.
But tomorrow morning I can wake up late.
When I wake up, I'll be sure to tell mom,
And hopefully next year, she'll be able to come!
by Becca M.
by Cassandra P.
by Amanda Q.
My mother fusses over my hair,
Never pleased with what I wear.
She makes a deal of my white silk dress,
Making sure it is the best.
"My veil," she says, "must be the finest of lace."
Unfortunately, to find it we went all over the place.
The shoes on my feet must be made of glass,
If only I could toss them in the trash.
The decorations and food are all in place,
While I stand in my room wanting to disappear without
a trace.
My mother and father had this planned out.
Since I was the height of a tiny bean sprout.
I do not know this man I am to wed,
But hopefully he won't be one to dread.
So now my mother hands me the veil,
Pushing me toward the stair rail.
All dressed up, I hold my father's hand on the landing
Ready to marry a man of great standing.
Approaching the alter looking quite quaint,
One step further...
Oh no, I'm going to faint!
by Nassia E.
by Kristen Walsh
Looking down into an empty cup
That's how she feels,
Crying is soothing,
Starting over seems impossible,
Her mind drifts away from the real.
The bus finally arrives
And as she boards it,
She's no longer Mary,
She's is now a nobody
Just a wandering soul.
by Kate W.
by Katie P.
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