Earthquake

• Harry Thoppil, Grade 05
• Poetry
• 2016

It is hot inside the Earth,
As hot as Capital City Perth.
When the plates move and shake,
It creates an Earthquake.

Only a few people survive,
Because the Earthquake is alive.
This Earthquake happened when I was eleven,
But the magnitude was between six and seven.

I was first filled with stress and fear,
As my mum went running whose name was Lear.
My family and I went running outside,
As my house fell over which once stood with pride.