Earthquake

• Zoe Hines, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

Like an ancient brute,
awoken from rest and sent to destroy,
sky filled with smoke.
May our home engulf in a burning soak,
Tossed and turned, rubble and debris,
unfolding in front of me.
Of broken structures, a sea.
Like a boat on the ocean,
on the bottom of the ocean,
all that remains is a wreckage.
A sorry sight, a wreckage.
Lives stolen yet spirit never dies,
together as a nation we will find,
hope in the wreckage,
a sorry sight, a wreckage,
that we call EARTHQUAKE.