To me, home is....

To me: Home is a feeling A place where I grew up A face that I see A race with my brother A place to feel safe Friends and family Dancing in the kitchen Wrestling in the living room Home is also A city A country A planet A universe Anything can be called home Home could be a camper Home could be where you became a dancer Home could be where you were born Home can be wherever you want At school At the park In your bedroom You know you are home when You smell fresh baked pastries in the oven You taste that sweet barbeque steak But in the end home is a place where you feel comfortable, safe and secure Poem by: Travis prejza