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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead All through the night, tremors came and went Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower Are we about to witness, another of her powers Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
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