Newfoundland and Labrador
The Home Poem
Home is where the heart stays,
and a good bed is where your body lays.
In a home, I have what I need,
not food, the size of a seed.
With a roof over my bed,
I can go to sleep, in my safe bed.
With my family, we are good,
with a warm blanket, the size of a hood.
Without love, I’ll have nightmares,
shivering in bed, while a monster stares.
Home is like giving a hug,
but if I didn’t, it’ll be a tug.
But, my family are great,
but home is the greatest in the state.