My Home Poem

Home is a place where I belong A place to dance and sing a song a home is where you put your shoes And wipe away all of your blues A place where I can have lots of fun Oh hey look the cookies are done There's nothing bad here not even a trace So help the homeless people on the earth's face The warm feeling of sitting by the fire The only loud sound is my mom's hair dryer Fresh water to drink it comes from the tap My sisters outrageous amount of baseball caps My home is a place where I can be free And me and my family are all filled with glee It is a blessing to have a home So to those who don't, I write this poem