Home

This is my poem for my home. I love my house, yes indeed. Wherever I go I always have my home and also my family. Through my halls throughout fall everyone is welcome one and all. Whenever I get sad I'll always be glad for everything I have. There might be some fights but in the end it's all right. My parents taught me lots of things they even taught me how to sing. I may not live forever but my house always makes me feel better. My dog's brain is half but he always makes me laugh. This is the end of my poem for my home. Next time you read this I hope you enjoy the show.