I did this one about pompea from the point of view of someone who lived there and was fleaing.
It was unbearable to look
It felt as if I were looking into the mouth of the beast
As it swallows my home
Our church
My friends Homes
It even had the power
To cover the sun
So that there was no light
And I take a look back knowing
Knowing I will never see it again
People fell down in the streets
There dead bodies are quickly covered
By ash and rock
From that beast
All my life it sat in the distance
Waiting for the right moment
Waiting to ruin my life
And to take the life the life of others
How could this have happened
Was this god
Or the devil
Was it part of a plan
A higher plan
Not made by humans
It was not mine
It could not be our plan
There wasn't a thing could do except watch
The beast was to strong
It was to powerful
If I could
Even if we could
I could not be stopped
Never will it be stopped
This is a poem i did about the pic below.....
What has happened
I am his mother
Tho he is with his father now
Were he started
Back to were he came
I run my fingers over his hands
I look with grief
At his feet
Pierced by man
This is why he cam
He left with what he came
But he has more than I can imagine
With his creator
With his true father
Meeting for the first time
His body stays here with me
But his father
Now knows his spirit
He spet all his life
Learning about him
Studying him
Loving him
Trusting him
But thats way he ws here
He was sent here
For us
For our spirits
SO we may also meet him
Him his father
When we die
Only to take what we started with.
By:Jordan Parks
I started writing it before he was done telling us how to do it and he told us not to hurry and other
stuff so I did it really fast and took it up to him and tryed to have him read it and a senior that was in
there read it before him so when he started he look up at me and was like did you copy this out of the book? lol
