Home is the place

Home is the place, the place for fun, The place to run under the afternoon sun. Home is where I belong, As my family yells to come along! They say the lawn has been freshly mowed, Its vibrant smell tickles our nose. My dad sneaks out to spray us with the hose, Water hits us, tickling our toes! I hear my brother in the room next door, with his friend, My heart begins to mend. Love fills the room, My heart goes boom! There are smells like moms cookies, little crumbs around the house, Would always be eaten by the mouse. Named Louse, He always scurry’s around the house. When mom makes her brownies, The taste will always make you think wowee. It brightens the soul and lightens your day, it will always put your heart away. Home is the place where I belong, It fills my heart with a love song!