A Home

At the beginning… Some cement was so spinning, The poles in the ground, The hammers go pound! There is a lot of big sounds, A nice house is built, They looked for buyers, And some were way kinder, But some looked to tear, alot did big dares. Their tools were a little much, They rejected such. They found a buyer! And she was not a liar, She lived there for years. Years later, she left. The reason is such beweffed. More families came. The last disappeared And no one came to stay, Not even a bone The house was alone, It was no longer a home, It tried not to moan. At last a couple, And looking for a hovel. It’s more than they need. The house was a home. There is a big difference, The home was happy. Repairs were in need, And as a good deed, some help. Others plant small seeds. And they had 3 boys, And they were overflowed with joy, Davy Nathan Sam. This is now a place… Where memories are made Memory maker. The mom likes music, And the house is full of it. I really like it. The dad is high tech But of course it’s not his neck, He loves beeps and clicks. My room is cartoons, Of course there is no big spoons. It’s all colored in. Nathan loves dirt bikes, Which his room is so much themed, Candy makes him beam. Sam’s room is so bright, And the colors cause delight, Sam was three years old And it is awsome In the living room are plants Kitchen has sweet smells. The Hot tub is warm The trampoline is bouncy, This, a happy place. This home is happy, Now, it has so many means. Not a house, a home.