Elizabeth won second place in the 5-11 years category in our 2022 Young People’s Poetry Competition.

 

A home is not a building

A structure, plain and bare

Home is where the heart is

Though your heart may be elsewhere

 

Home may be a safe place

Or maybe it is not

It may be the ocean, while

some say it’s in the treetops

 

Your house may be made of blocks of snow

Or maybe stone and sticks

Every house is unique

Some are mud and brick

 

Some might say quite plainly

Their home is not a room

Their stories take them far away

Far from dark and gloom

 

Imagining a fantasy

You may call that home

A picture perfect image

Could whisk you off to Rome

 

You may be sat in Italy

Bored beyond despair

You know that this is not your home

Where is it, oh where

 

Perhaps its your family

You’ll go wherever they go

On the other hand

You may like, to venture off on you own

 

So what does home mean to me

It means being with my family

Although I’ll always bring a book along

To fly off from the balcony