If I Were A Volcano

For poem of the week last week we had a poem called 'If I Were A Storm' By Katie Bloom. It was a poem about if she was a storm and what she would do. The piece had parts of personification and very descriptive parts. We decided to put our own twist on this writing. We have been studying volcanoes and how our earth works. So we created our own decriptive pice of writing called 'If I Were A Volcano'. Here is my piece of writing...

If I Were A Volcano

If I were a volcano,
I would tower above rolling hills, forests, valleys, seas and cities.
I would sit in silence, waiting and watching, for the perfect time to strike.
Suddenly. When it's least expected I would groan and bubble, puff and smog.
My body would tremble with rage and fury.
Smoke would escape out my ears with pace.
I would suddenly toss and hurl my hot rocks, kilometres through the bleak air.
Burying deep into pulpy earth.
I would be fuming with exhaust and flaming lava would hunt you down.
Slowly I'd soon settle, but rocks would pounce if you get too close. 
I would be miserable as my blistering, orange, lava dress  slowly diminishes.
I would stand proud and staunch as the world admires my harmful actions.
When suddenly a drowsy, somnolent feeling hits me.
For once in my life, a calm tempered ease fills my body. 
My eyes fall shut.

By Sophia