Eugene

Grade 5

Oakville
Ontario

The Senses of Home

When I smell the cinnamon scented candles,
I know I’m home.

When I smell bulgogi from the steaming pots ah,
I know I’m home.

When I hear my next-door friends howling with laughter,
I know I’m home.

When I hear the shrieking tea kettle in the kitchen,
I know I’m home.

When I touch the warmth rushing against my cheeks,
I know I’m home.

When I taste the fresh kimchi,
I know I’m home.

When I taste the creamy poutine,
I know I’m home.

When I see my family with joy on their faces,
I know I’m home.

When I see the sunset reflect against Lake Ontario,
I know I’m home.

And When I see people that love me and care for me, I definitely know
I’m home.