The goodness of home
This is my poem of home.
Home is your comfort zone, maybe as sweet as ice cream on a cone.
After a great day you can go to your home to play.
You may have a family that is cruel, it might not be so bad after school.
My home is sturdy and strong, my family forgives when I do wrong.
That’s why I love my home. It is a place to have fun and to roam.
Your home can be as small as an ant, and sometimes I leave to visit my aunt.
Home is a place where you can make mistakes; it is a place cook and bake
Help those who are in need, A home is a poem indeed
These are my thoughts of home.