Ursula J. Hogan Poems

Many children ride that big yellow bus
Think the world of their driver, you'll see She gives a friendly smile; a note
of encouragement that makes it all worthwhile.
So if you see her driving in that busy street,
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We have a small house for me and Bill,
A real home at the top of the hill.
One acre of green grass, shrubs all around,
A porche enclosed width of the house.
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Did you hear the Indian Nightingale sing?
Ah! a sweet melody a little bird rings!
High above the willow tree,
Beautiful song heralding early morn.
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