Home
Miles of paved highway
then a gravel road lined in fields of corn.
Up the hill of trees
lies a beautiful brown house-
 my home.
The place I grew up.
The place I learned how to drive, how to cook, and how to be myself.
Within the walls of this home I learned family is everything,
even if they are crazy sometimes.
Family is the people who will be there for you through everything-
through your growth from a child to a young adult,
from dreaming about what to be when I grow up,
to deciding what you are going to do,
from playing dress up,
to getting ready for the Prom-
this home has been my place.
My place to relax after a long day.
My place to be myself.
My place to spend times with my family.
Year after year this beautiful brown house has been the place, I call home.