A Poem For My Home

My home has all the things that I need. The home I live in is like a Fox’s den. It’s not made of dirt and grass, but it’s made up of bricks and glass. As I write this poem, kids in Canada are writing poems and notes to donate money for people in need of a home. My home is a place to run to from terrible days. I love my home so much and it’s where I have lunch on the weekends. My home is so incredibly special to me.