H.O.M.E

Home is the place where I feel safe. I get this warm feeling when I look up at the ceiling. I’ve lived here so long, we’ve sang so many songs. Because home is the place where I feel safe. Home is the place where I sleep in my bed under my blankets that are red. I look out my window and see all the trees there’s one or two that are infested with bees. My backyard is super duper beautiful. I have a dog house that isn’t movable. My house is white and brown.I also have an ant mound not too far away.I live next to a park and I’m not allowed to go to it past dark. I have a pet cat and her name is Plumm. Whenever I call her name she always comes. I worked very hard on this poem but I found it fun because it’s all about home. Bryn