Thursday, September 3, 2015


Chase wrote the sweetest poem at school.

Home - by Chase

Home is the sound of the kids playing next door.
Home is the bark of my dogs announcing my arrival.
Home is the slight whisper of the Colorado wind.
Home is the soft comfort of my bed.
Home is the pitter, patter of the rain on my ceiling.
Home is the passing train whistling by.

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