Patrick

Grade 4

Calgary
Alberta

My home poem

My home poem
Home is a place you always grow, Home is the place you never be low. Home is a place you can always love, Home is like a very hot Drink.
I see my dog with his tail wagging, I think of people who
can’t come home and that leaves my heart dragging,
My house’s roof is always clean. My dog woofs and leans with Glee,
And that’s what home means to me.