My Home Poem

My home is somewhere you can be you. Home is where you don't get the blues. In home you can play and eat all day. Home for some people just a regular building, But for me it's more than one thing. My home has clocks all around the walls, There mostly just hiding all around the halls My home is where i matter Every day every hour home is like an endless hour. Home is a place I can't get erased, If home is that for you that means you fit in too.