What Home Means to Me

What HOME means to me Poem by Julia Seman If home was the five senses, It would taste like maple syrup from all the maple trees, Feel like the green grass in the summer, Smell like a wet dog, Look like a jungle from all my mom’s plants, I hear my dog’s nail’s clicking on the floor, And most of all home is a place where I can be who I want to be. This is what home means to me.