Grade 6

Thunder Bay


When I think of home,
I think of a safe place to stay,
Knowing it’ll be a good day,
I make sure it’s known that I love my home.

Knowing some people don’t have a home,
Brings a tear to my eye,
Knowing that some cry,
Because they cannot roam around a home.

But I love my home,
I love its cozy feeling,
Though at times my family may be nosey,
I love my home.

My home is special,
I’m never scared,
Since I’m always cared for,
My home is my own.