2010 Poetry Challenge

National Poetry Month

Divena Collins


It is time, it is time they called
as they gathered belongings to go,
the angry mountain was fuming
and threatened the people below.

They took possessions and fled
Away from the valley of death,
To escape the molten lava
And the mountains acrid breath.

They thought the Gods were angry
It was all they could comprehend,
For they were plain simple folk
But knew their world would end.

Then the red hot, pent up, magma
Getting ready now to blow,
The volcano spewed it`s worse
And covered the valley below.

It was this huge part of nature
Which folk did not understand,
For blackened burned out ashes,
Was all that was left of their land.

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