My poem starts at night,
So cozy and tight,
I can see my home with a glow that shines bright.
For here I stand so proud to be,
I love my town, my home, and my family.
My beloved home is where I rest, face big tests, all part of This quest.
I do not think it is just me, I think it is we
That all agree to feel free in this place we call home.
Home is the direction I am constantly going towards,
Point A to point B, I will always be closer to where ever I feel warm.
My house is only a building,
Built with hammers swinging
But for my home, it is built with love.
Wherever I go,
no matter how much I grow,
I will never let go of these places I call home.