My Home is the place where I go

My home is the place where I go. In the snow where water flows and where I grow. It is where I walk and talk. We should all have a home it is where we grow wide or narrow. A home is where pets are free to Rome. Dogs, cats, or even bats all have a home. It is a place they adore, and some animals need more. Walls, floors, and doors are not just a home, it could be less or more, it could be plain and bore but it is a home. A home is safe to go and call home. Small or tall it is safe to stay. It is where kids play and sway. Kids learn to fall but it can help us all. We all live with a home cold or warm, it is a home. A home is where you have good health and wealth. A home is not a house it is different for all. Could be a dome or could have a cute little Nome. It is different for all. Not all have a home, they need more than a dirty floor or a rusted door, they need good memories not enemies. That is why I wrote this poem for those that need more and that is why a home is a place you can go.