Summer in Pompeii
<The destination of the journey could not be altered, only the manner in which one approached it> -Robert Dennis Harris
One day, my father said, "Let's go to Pompeii."
I wished to stay. but we left anyway
We rode on a chariot, to our new country home
But I have to say, it was nothing like Rome
I was as angry as a stinging bee
So my mom offered me chamomile tea
She said the trip would help us bond
But I sat there quietly, and didn't respond respond
The days were long with nothing to do
I went outside and greeted a person or two
However, I was unimpressed with this city
Now that I look back, it was honestly quite pretty
Rome was calling our name so we packed to leave
But suddenly, the birds started to scream
We turned to Mount Vesuvius
Because we were quite curious
An explosion of fire blew from it's top
And all time seemed to stop
A blanket of black covered the sky
And I looked to my parents as a silent goodbye
I guess my mother got her wish
It was finished off with death's final kiss
So, silently we stood, surrounded by soot
And for thousands of years we were to stay put
They found us together, as a nice family
Bonded forever, by a great tragedy
I wish my last summer had been spent happily
But am glad we're together for eternity
