What Home Means To Me

On a summer day when I walk home from school, I get on my bathing suit and jump in my pool. On a winter day I come home from the cold, then I get some hot chocolate and put it in a mug, new or old. Every night when I get ready for bed, I will always know that I have a nice fluffy pillow under my head. And I'll always know I have a nice big bed. My home is the best, it is where I get all of my rest. Now I will tell you all why I wrote this poem,“I wrote this poem to tell you all how I see my home.”