This is my home poem, it is where I like to roam.
It has a bed and maybe even a sled.
Homes can be small, but they can also be tall.
Home is big and strong, it may even be long, and you can also sing a song.
A home is something everyone should have, and then you can take a proper bath.
If you don’t have one then pray and God will say
“Follow my word and it will be okay.”
Home is where you sleep, maybe dream of sheep.
Home is where there is love, unlike getting shoved.
Home is somewhere you can eat, or clean your stinky feet.
Some are out there looking for their share; then you can help and be fair
It would be great if everyone had a home, this is the end of my poem.