The Soufriere Hills

One stood tall and still

But what we didn’t know

Inside its crater was to grow

A monstrous volcano

That would spit out ashy snow

And leave me wondering

Where to go ?

But whether I go far or I go near

That volcano- in my backyard

Like a psycho –

Rumbling, tumbling like a “pappy show”

Attacking me from head to toe

I scream and I shout

Like my mind going out

I had to run and haul

And jump and fall

Trying to run from Mr Volcano

You know ?

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