Year 4 Extreme Earth Poetry

Pompeii

 

The ash was hot, 

I saw it bash on the houses. 

 

The lava was spurting,

On the city,

It was hurting, 

I wasn't ready.

 

I tried to run,

But I was down, 

There was no point, 

I was done.

 

I saw my friends turned to stone, 

Nothing mends what I just experienced.

 

My heart was shattered, 

But nothing mattered, 

I was going to be turned to one of them.

 

It started at my legs, 

And ended with my head, 

I was now a statue. 

 

Sophia - Dahl Class