Grade 4

red deer

My Family’s Home

The wind blows roughly
I cuddle with my
Soft and super snuggly

By the crackling fire
Into the kitchen, I go
The scent f fresh bread
Like olibolen, I know

Never again will we fight or betray
Now that I know my family’s okay
Love and kindness fills the air
Because our mom has made us fair

In the morn, I feel fresh as a daisy
I see my grandma who looks younger than eighty
This is my home and I’m proud to say
That this isn’t just my home
But my family always