This is my home

Written by: Dawn mclaughlin

When you feel that bitter
 Cold air in a winter breeze

 Turning a clock back
 Dark mornings early nights
 Tucked up warm inside,
 Have you ever wondered
 With heat a home 
a roof over your head
 All the street people
 Newspaper for a bed
 Some more lucky
 A cardboard shed
 Just for a minute
 Give it a thought
 Their is always one person
 Worse off than you
 So think yourself lucky
 Like the one
 With a cardboard shed.
By Dawn Mclaughlin.