People run through the cities
to get away from the volcano
The lava is slow
The ash cloud is fast
The people can not out run the ash
It moves faster than the speed of sound
The ash is like no other
They are small pieces of pumice
Ash is so thick it kills many
Only in the Eastern Hemisphere are you safe
It happens once so it will happen again
Their is never an idea
When it will blow
So stay on your toes
Because you'll never know when
It will blow next
And it will kill many
YOU ARE READING
Spoken from the Heart
Teen FictionI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...
