Mountains

By: Nick B || media type="file" key="Poem 2 mountain narration.mp3" width="248" height="51" align="center" || Mountains staring down at me Like an eagle does a fish- Watching over my silent little village, While everyone is asleep. Then rumbling comes from the earth, Like the rocks are ready to pick a fight. And everyone screams. The mountain goes bang-- Like a shotgun shoots a deer on a dead silent morning. Ash rains over my little town. As a mist of smoke washes out the sky. Never to be seen again. || __ scienceblogs.com __ ||
 * Mountains
 * Mountains