Beckett

Grade 4

Winnipeg
Manitoba

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A poem by Beckett Bresch-Toews

When I go home I feel cozy and warm, nice things I could say. But what does home mean to me you might ask? Well home means everything to me, and to think that some people have no home, it brings tears to my eyes.The first thing that I think about in the morning, each day that I wake up, is that I’m lucky that I have a home.

The end.