A Man Named Temple Houston - Poem by Marilyn Lott
First baby born in the Governor’s mansion
Temple Houston was the child’s name
When his parent’s died and left him
Life for him naturally was not the same
He lived then with his sister
At thirteen went on a cattle drive
An exciting job for a kid
Independence soon arrived
Worked on a Mississippi River boat
Also on the Potomac as a page
He created an interesting life
At every single stage
Don’t you love to hear stories
About folks who lived in the past?
And hear about just how
Their lives were clearly cast?
I know that I sure do as well as
Pictures to go along with the tale
You are sure to find the story
Entertaining without fail!
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