Grade 6

New Brunswick

Home Is My Own Little World…

Not everybody has a house, but everybody has a home. In fact, people are very lucky to have a home. But, what is the difference between a house and a home?
My house is in Moncton, N.B. That is where I live. But my house is not my home. Sure, I have food and a bed there, but is that all that really matters?
My home is at Poley Mountain. It’s where I feel safe and secure, loved and happy, and where I have hope and I know I can do anything I set my mind to. My house is made of foundation, wood and a roof. But in my home, faith is the foundation, love are the walls and hope is the roof that separates me from the rest of the unknown world, all the terrors and the frightening souls within. My home is my shelter, my own little world of my own, where I know I’m safe from the raging storm outside. In my world, the only storm is a roaring wind of laughter and happiness. Outside, there is only the thick fog of despair, and the pounding rain of discouragement. The world outside is a sea of anger and chaos, but I am safe in my own little world, my own, safe home, Poley Mountain.
In the end, everyone deserves a home. Everyone deserves their own little world, where they feel safe from the storms of rage and despair, where there’s an endless stream of love and a roof of hope over your head. Where there is only a raging wind of laughter. But always remember, a house is made of boards and beams, but a home is made of hope and dreams.