On An Open Top Bus Is Where I Will Be Poem by Shirley Harrison

On An Open Top Bus Is Where I Will Be

O' London I miss you

you're always in my dreams

and when I'm down hearted

bursting at the seams

I think of your heart

where fair I do roam

until such time

my heart will come home.

On An Open Top Bus Is Where I Will Be
Sunday, February 23, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: london,home
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