Grade 5



This is a little poem I wrote!
My home is a place that I can be me
I love my home can’t you see
I have a shelter overhead I
just lay in my warm sweet bed
And my home is a memory path
To great big hugs all I
do when I cannot sleep
I think about all the things that creep
But sometimes I wonder what it would be like
If I had no home
I would not be free
To be me
So who ever has one
Is the lucky one
I hope you know what I mean
But if you don’t
That’s fine
Because I will tell you
Just this one time
So here you’re the lucky one
That you have a home
So that you don’t need to roam
To look for a great new home