Belching forth like thunder
Let molten lava flow
What caused this new eruption?
That makes this mountain grow
Large boulders like from cannon
Fill sky beyond a mile
Hot ash and clouds of blackened dust
Descending for a while
Below where dust now settles
Where boulders smashed the walls
The townsfolk choking on the gas
Another poor soul falls
One by one they’re overcome
The final body fell
Covered by the ash and dust
With putrid sulphur smell
A swollen red hot river
Flowed through the town that day
Where all that once lived perished
Now sealed in old Pompeii
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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