My poem of home
My poem of Home
Home is sweet,
Home is kind,
Home is a place where people shine!
When I’m home,
I think of peace, and when I think of peace, I think of home
I hear birds chirping and airplanes soaring through the sky,
And I smell my mom’s dinner through the window, too.
I also see my dad sipping a cold beer,
And my brother is playing with building blocks, too,
While I’m outside watching the sun set, I see and hear those things, too.
When I’m at school, I daydream of home,
Where all the wonderful magic happens.
When I’m going home, my neighbor’s wave at me,
I wave back because they are kind to me and my friends,
Hey! Even the crossing-guard waves at me, too!
I’ve been to Rome, I’ve been in a dome, I’ve also sat on a throne,
But I want to go home!