home poem

Home poem A house is made of brick and clay, to keep the wind and rain away It's measured out in square-foot lines, with sturdy beams and wood like pine It has a roof and a heavy door A ceiling, walls and a level floor It's just a box of glass and stone that sits out on the street alone But a home is where laughter rings, and where tired spirits sing It's not the paint upon the walls, but the photos hanging in the halls It’s the smell of the food range, and growing old as the seasons change A house is built by a worker's hand, but home is where your roots will land One structure, cold but grand, built upon a piece of land But a home is where I look around I see, the cherished love that everyone gives me, I see my family all together, in our home safe forever So look around and you will see A house is a shell, but a home is free The other warmth and soft, embrace of your favourite chair, your safest place is home. Leah