'Home' - a poem by The Nine Year Old
I can see my brover goin to sleep. I can heer musick playin quitly. I can smell delishus cakes bakein in the hot uvan. At home I feel relacxed and peasfull. At home I have my Mum and A***, my Dad and K*** , my brover and a gold fish. I play games and read books. ___________________________________ By The Nine Year Old. ___________________________________ I would like to point out that the penultimate line does not mean that these people and the fish all live together in one house. Now that, would be a differently poem entirely!!