The Special Things of my Home

When I walk into my house I look at my roof, it gives me a hoof of joy that I have a home. Sometimes when I walk out the door I feel so poor, for the people that don’t have a home. I love the sounds of my home is where my body loves to roam. In my home I know I have a room, a room in my heart that I never want it to depart. When I’m at home I can sing a song and its where I get along. In my home its where I play all day with my family and friends. Also the meaning of home something isn’t home itself it’s the people who you’re being with. You home is where you can be who ever you are.