Volcano

• Joshua Wilson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Bowls started shaking, windows cracked.
The time had come, we started to pack.
A burst of magma shot from the peak,
the volcano had finally started to leak.
I started to cough, so did my brother
So we stepped outside as it started to shudder.
I looked up at Mount Spark, dormant for years
But now at last, had burst into tears.
Tears of hot rock that rolled down the mountain
exploding at last in a glorious fountain.
There was the lava, around the bend,
It was coming for me, this was the end.
Red black and yellow, coming my way,
This was my last, my very last day.
I thought of my family, I thought of my home,
as the lava engulfed me in a gigantic dome.