Home Poem

Home feels like bricks and thorns. You hear lots of big cows and tiny little chicks. The smells of pine trees and wild corn. You always hear big highways and Hondas on them. It tastes like fresh carrots. It's the best place to be in the summer. With fresh oasis apple juice and yummy boston creme donuts from Tim Hortons. You can feel trampolines and always see tractors picking up wheat. With farmers planting wheat seeds. You can smell dinner, lunch and breakfast from far away the sweet sounds of birds singing. And at night the grasshoppers chirped at a slow pace.