Natural disaster

• Nina Bok, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

A mere breath of wind in the scorching air
A whiff of smoke on the breeze
A red orange giant, flickering, spitting
Telling all that it is there

Curling, frothing along the coast
Crashing against the rocks
Flee higher or be destroyed
Just like the dwellings of most

A mountain towers above me
An eruption echoes around
Rubble flies, everyone runs
Cascading lava, a fiery sea

Dwellings collapse, windows shatter
People are crushed beneath
Ground rumbles, house tumbles
An earthquake, bringing grief