My Home

This is the place that fills me with happiness
No wonder there’s not any busyness.
It shouts out to me when I’m not there
Like an old mad coach that’s claiming it’s not fair.

My home will be there forever
As long as I endeavour.
I love my house so much
It is warm, cosy and soft to touch.

All the bumps and bruises that my home wears
This is what my family lives in and shares.
My home is very protective
It really is so affective.

Even if there is a pigsty
My home does not dare to cry.
I love my home
And it is in my stone.