Portage la Prairie
When I think of my home I think of a
cozy, warm,loving place.
Sometimes when I am eating I think of the
less fortunate people that don’t
have food and a cozy warm house like me.
I think of the people that don’t
have a roof over their head, the people
that don’t have a bed,or money, food or water.
I like coming home and seeing my birds, when
the in need people see the dirt. The only reason
I am writing this poem is so the people in need can have a home.
I know that you can write a poem just like me please just try so the people in need can have a home just like you and me.