Where I Call Home

From the outside world of my home, When you are moving about And driving by, You may just see a few trees Full of grassy leaves, And overgrown bushes With vines that haven’t been cropped. You may even just see, An average house Made of marble stone And light oak wood. But if you would open your eyes and look, Just a wee bit closer, You can tell it is where I call home. It is tremendously more Than just the many materials you use To build any house. My home is even more than plainly The few trees that you may recognise, Sitting on the leafy green grass in front of my home. Even more than a house shaped building With a roof and a structure. Not even close. But then, What is the “even more”? My home is the place I find peace. It is where I can play a harmony while everyone sings along. It’s where we cry and learn lessons. My home is where I find joy. It’s where I can run around and smile. It’s the place I can lay on my bed and daydream about anything. A place that keeps me warm from the cold winter breeze, And a place that keeps me safe from the outside world. My home is where all my family gathers At the end of the day. And, At the end of the day, It is where I call my home, And my own. Notes / Ideas: It’s even more List thing ur friends would see Say it’s even more Say what it actually is, feels, looks, Compare it to a human outside, inside So next time you drive by a home not a house…………. Repeat So what is your definition of home The journey A story with beginning and end Or simply just a place to call home Different but same Not only call home but be proud