Bayan's Poem - Meaning of Home


It is gorgeous and small
It’s cozy and fun
It is the place where we all
First saw the sun!
It makes me happy
But it made me cry
When we left in May
All we could do was pray
The flames destroyed our city, didn’t take long
But there it stood proud and forever strong
We went far away and left it behind
Hoping to return to our one of a kind
Months went by
Finally in July
Although we thought it was longer
We came back stronger
Ready to rebuild our precious city
And make it all nice and pretty
Fort McMurray is definitely not Rome
But it will forever be our Home.