I Will Always Love My Home

At home, I feel comfort and everyone should too. When I come home from school I know I always do. Beside the porch sits a tiny stone gnome, guarding the entrance of our happy home. The golden light across the wooden flooring with family photos the hallway adorning. The kitchen is buzzing like a honeycomb, filled with the warmth of a happy home. I curl up in my favorite chair, with the scent of pine needles in the air. Whenever I wake up on a weekend morning, new ideas in my head are forming. Swinging on the garden gate, staying out until it's late. I hear the echo of a distant call, bouncing around from the room to the hall. With four sturdy walls and a roof overhead, a warm kitchen table and a soft, waiting bed. Resting in my favorite chair, peace is floating in the air. The porch lamp is glowing a soft yellow light, guiding me back through the dark of the night. No matter where you choose to roam, you'll always find your way back home. Wherever I wander or happen to roam, I always come back to the place I call home.