Kody

Grade 6

Whitby
Ontario

The Meaning of Home

I have a home it’s nice and warm

I play I sing I dance and more

I have a bed that keeps me warm

I’m a very lucky kid,

Sadly some people aren’t so lucky,

I may not know exactly where they live

But I do know something

It’s not vary warm, its gets cold and scary

That is the reason i’m writing this poem

My neighbourhood is also a very good place

The people there help keep me safe

Some neighbourhoods are not like mine

There’s violence and garbage all over the place