Grade 4



Home is the secure place where it does not matter how old you are. Some people have homes and some people are cold but people are all the same.
People on the street and dogs with fleas,they might all have a family.Everyone is free it does not matter what you choose to be.Going to school and coming home does not mean its expensive or has four walls.Even if its brutal and you don’t have noodles it still qualifies as home.Having fun and going for a run is the same as fighting and biting at the tiny bits of food you have.
If it’s a ruff struggle and you still have people to snuggle then you will know how life can be.If this poem did not give a home then I have still had fun.Hopefully this poem gave a kid a home like me.If this poem is being read by a poem writer I hope it put a smile on your face.