The sound of money falling.
The snapping of the mechanical jaws.
The flashing round lights.
The closing of the doors and the quick movement of the train.
Walking across park looking at the different monuments.
The sights and sounds of the city.
Each one different but in their own way the same.
Soo many museums.
This young girl was in heaven.
Paintings in one planes in another.
Dinosaurs and dresses.
The pride of a country in the heart of a child.
As she watches the changing of the guards she understands what it took for her to have freedom.
As an adult the city still calls her.
She wants to share the pride of her country with her kids.
Show them were their freedom came from.
Teach them the sacrifies many made for them to be free.
The long wall of names and great man in his chair.
The great building with its dome.
Maybe one day they will work there and help make their country great.
This city was built on dreams.
I wonder if the people that work there now believe in the dreams of the ones before them or have they forgotten.