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Tsunami.

A poem for Japan

by David Milligan-Croft

The world cracked

And up you rose From the Ring of Fire On a day when the gods were too busy.

You rode ashore,

Like 40,000 apocalyptic horsemen, Not pausing for houses, for cars, For people, for breath.

Dragging their kicks and screams

Through concrete and timber and twisted steel,

Splintering bones Like Cherry Blossom twigs.

Until they were silent. And the world was silent.

Then you slithered away On the belly of the night, Lapping the shore while Licking your greedy fingers.

And after you are satiated, And we have un-buried our dead, We will climb up out of the mud, And the sun will rise again.

Painting The Great Wave off Kanagawa, by Hokusa

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Comments :
This poem talks about a tsunami very catastrophic, it uses many metaphors

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poem:
i sit high up a tree. below, branches crackle and woodland creatures crash frantically trhough the flames .
love like a forest fire
i clucth my tinderbox quite calmly though flames have reached my tree´s roots.
because once you´d said you´d leap through fire for me.
so,little grasshopper. im waiting

coment: It talks about how Fire sounds and eats the trees and their branches.

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As the eruption began smoke formed a cloud and darkened the sun,
down the mountain the molten rock begins to run,
the volcano has taken charge and will have so much fun,
nothing will interfere with this master until it's done. Disruptive, Destroying, and shaking the earth while the air becomes dry,
everything aflame that was within its path,
all worldly and natural possessions exhales a deathly cry,
at the pain that is felt of this woeful wrath. Then without warning, ash begins to fall in a dusty shower,
it's the remnants of destruction of this great power,
calming there is a display of the scars of a great war,
remain subtle, nature rules, and now is angry no more. Memory will fill many an epic tale,
experiences will build, while inadequacies will fail,
to grip hope is a true discovery,
await the heal as time allows for a complete recovery.

Al Gibson

Thursday 2 of January 2003

Analyse:
On January 2, 2003, an eruption began, which caused smoke to form a cloud and dark the sun, then the ash began to fall in a shower of dust, the remains of the destruction of this catastrophe.

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The poem explains that the volcanoes are ruptures in the earth’s core, can be predicted by earthquakes, when the volcanoes erupt is a lot of lava everywhere and before that it’s a bright blue sky but when the volcano has erupt the sky is filled of grey ashes and the poem explains the different types of volcanoes: extinct unlikely to erupt ever again, dorment ready to erupt at any moment, asleep waiting to erupt

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POEM:
imagine you're standing at the edge of a beach, looking into the water. it's a beautiful beach, the best you've ever been to.
the water is pure, the sand is soft.
and it's all yours, this wonderful beach. as you're standing there, you see a tsunami approaching.
you can't believe it, this tsunami is about to tear apart your
sacred beach, and you with it.
you yell, you scream, you think of everything possible to try and stop this tsunami from coming, but on it rages.
it reaches you and you're immediately knocked off your feet, drowning in the mad water.
it pushes and pulls you in a million different directions
and you choke on its waves.

COMMENT:
Comment: imagine you are looking a beautiful beach and suddenly you se a tsunami approaching. You get in shock, you start thinking all the bad possibilities can happen.
It's pushes in a lot of different directions. And you don't know we're you are.

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This poem is describing the earthquakes.

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Fire Fighter, Fire Fighter
Hear the alarm!
Save the building
From any harm.
Fire Fighter, Fire Fighter
No time to rest.
Wake up, Wake up,
Do your best!

Our comments
Is about someone asking for help to the fire fighter to save the houses from the fire