Grade 5

British Columbia

My Home Poem

My home.
My home is my safe place.
I can be myself,
the good, the bad, and the ugly.

It is where I can be mad, sad, and happy.
I like how I can be happy when I want to,
and how I can be proud of who I am.
Where I know that I am loved here and there.
When I get mad, I go to my room, the walls, the roof,
Help me come down and when I am sad,
I have my bed, my mom, and my family.

When I see people that don’t have a
house or home it makes me feel sad,
that some humans have no house to call home.
I wish homes were free.
My home.