This Is My Home

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.