My Home

I walk home alone, but I turn the corner, and I see my home. And I open the door, and I hear the dogs barking because I'm home Chevy's ears pricked up, and his little smile and his little brother Birks is wiggling at the top of the stairs. I go to the fridge, and I grab an apple, and I sit on the couch. I can taste the cool air, and I can hear the water in my pool. As I'm sitting on the couch, I'm petting my dog's soft fur coat. I touch the wall and remember this is where my papa lived, so I like it. I hear my dad come home from work, and I can smell the wet grass and the stir-fry my mom and dad are cooking. I love my dad's food. From morning sun to evening sky, and the night starts. The green leaves and river water, and I can see the sun go down through the glass door.