Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site


Poetry By: Matthu

This poem was my geography homework two years ago - the best geography work I ever did!

Submitted:Dec 14, 2008    Reads: 14,600    Comments: 6    Likes: 5   


There it stands, towering high,
As though it were trying to touch the sky.
Innocent-looking, or so it would seem,
So what happens next will seem like a dream.

For now, everything seems in hand,
But wait! Something is happening, unplanned.
Do you feel that? The ground, it shakes,
As though with forboding, it trembles and quakes.

Under our feet, the ground is being rocked,
By a torrent of lava that finds its way blocked.
Upwards it pushes, to breathe air it thirsts,
The earth cracks and crumbles, and then: it bursts!

The lava flies out, a great big eruption!
Leaving behind a trail of destruction.
Some say it looks like a firework display,
I would rather be in one of those any day.

Some people take shelter, others are running,
But none can escape, using speed or cunning.
Heat, smoke and fire, in every direction,
Wherever you hide, there is no protection.

But after a while, the dust comes to rest,
The lava is frozen, and so it is best.
At the minute it's tar-like and black,
Soon will the trees and flowers grow back.

The new ground is fertile, the crops will grow well,
Ready for people to cut down and sell.
So now, when things are back as they seemed,
Would you say the volcano has been redeemed?


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.