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