Grade 5


A Poem About Home

A Poem About Home

Home isn’t just a house that you live in.
Home is where you make it. Here is my home in a poem.

Where I live the South wind blows. The field brightens and the wheat glows.
Here there’s hot sun and cold, frosty snow.
My home is the hockey rink. There I skate, watch hockey and play games.
My home is the camper. Quads, and new paths that await. Bonfires and burnt s’mores.
This is what I call home.
My brothers, my Mom and Dad, my cat. All of this makes home.
Home is a safe, loving place.
It is full of memories and dreams. I can be free to dream, to hope and to have fun.

By: Abby