Grade 6

British Columbia


Home: where the backyard is decorated with gnomes,
(I am not sitting at home writing this poem.)

My warm home is a nice place to sit,
And I always feel safe with the medical kit.

My home protects me from the rain,
It’s a cozy place, even with that coffee stain.
(Don’t forget about that cracked window pane!)

I am very grateful for my place-it’s great,
From the morning when I first open my gate,
To when I get home that evening pretty late.

Having a home is a great privilege, I’ve been told,
Yes, they’re right-it’s nice being protected from the cold.

Sharing laughs with family all over,
Having a home is like finding a four-leaf clover.