Grade 5

Lark Harbour
Newfoundland and Labrador

What Makes a House a Home (Poem)

It was a cold winter day at my house.
There was not a mouse in my house.
I was sitting on the couch drinking my hot tea.
My nan’s name is Marie.
I have a furry cat named Cleo.
My brother has a stuffy named Leo.
I was laying on my bed doing my hand writing.
When I sit still and hear the thunder and lighting.
I get scared and hop in bed with Mom.
In my neighborhood there is a guy named Tom.
The next morning I woke up, brush my teeth.
While I am staring at the beautiful Christmas wreath.
When I am done with my breakfast I head to school.
I make sure to brush my hair, it’s the rule.

To me all of this is important to a home because you have friends and family coming over to your house maybe for a get together or just for a visit. My poem is important to me because all of the things that I talked about mean a lot to me.