Home Is

Home is the hockey rink Home is the puck ringing off the crossbar Home is the chill of the ice Home is all the parents cheering when I score Home is the burn on my hands when I tie my skates Home is the music blasting before the games Home is the smell of Howies wax when I tape my stick Home is the sound of the Gatorade bottle cracking open Home is the smell of yummy popcorn at hockey games Home is the smell of the fresh ice after a flood Home is not just a place... it's a big part of my life