Author: Andrew James Ball
The ground shakes,
The mountain brakes,
As hot ash forces itís way towards the burning ground.
A long pile of rock temporarily stops the burning flames,
From spreading all around.
The only hope of safety is the river of ice,
That borders the once busy city.
Now the river of ice that holds the heat at bay melts,
As people run towards the sea,
As their forest of buildings of glass,
Sinks below the hot burning ash.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Courtney (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, December 18 2009, 02:04 am|
I like your poem...we are doing volcano poems in school right now...and yours was my inspiration.
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