Grade 5



Home is something you can’t touch,
You can’t even see,
You can only feel it,
And when I do I fill with glee.

Remember when in the summer,
You helped your mother plant a garden?

She told to always water it,
And not let the soil harden.

And in that same garden,
There stood a little gnome,
And when I saw him in the store,
He reminded me of home.

And remember during the winter time,
When there was a crazy storm,
The love inside my home always kept me warm.

The fireplace sounds really nice and sweet,
And during Christmas time,
My gifts are packed and neat.

So you see…

I have a lot of memories,
Regarding of my home,

But home is not just bricks and walls,

It is memories, like a gnome!