The Home Poem
Home is where we begin.
Home is where the wind swiftly swathes through my hair.
Home is where I ate my first strawberry and developed my love for them.
Home is where I ride my bike.
Home is where I read and play and laugh and sing
And home is the place for me.
By:Lily Abigale Froese
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