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A Place Called Home

February 28, 2011
By PeggyMarie BRONZE, North Brunswick, New Jersey
PeggyMarie BRONZE, North Brunswick, New Jersey
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I was sitting there
Just staring at the clock
It was silent
All I could hear was
Tick
Tick
Tick
School was almost out
And kids were getting anxious
Especially me.
The bell rang
And I walked home.
My brother and I waited for my dad
We waited
and waited
and waited for his arrival.
He finally arrived
So we packed our stuff in the car
And drove off.
A tear ran down my face
As I stared out the window.
I was sad,
But I felt free
And safe.
Then I realized I was going to a place
A place called home.


The author's comments:
Well I had a rough life growing up with my mother. Then one day I moved with my father and things got a whole lot better. I sat in class one day thinking about the day that I moved and how moving with my dad changed my life and how it was one of the best days of my life, so I wrote this poem in class. I think moving with my dad was one of the best decisions I have ever made!

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