Home

Home is where I rest my head. After a long day I lay in my bed. Surrounded by the things I love. Something that I'll never get sick of. No matter how much I move. My home will just improve. A home isn't just your house. It could be a rink or a team or even with a mouse. A home is not something you can’t buy. But that might make them ask “why”. I hope you enjoyed my poem. This is what I think of home.