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When Mount St Helens Blew Her Top
Where forests stretched for miles, and Spirit Lake lay at its foot, there stood a rebel peak. One day the earth beneath began to quake. What havoc Mother Nature was to wreak! The tremors kept occurring till the day two craters which had formed began to merge, erupting ash. Wise folks left right away, for that volcano soon would surely surge! Some met their death that eerie Sunday morn of May eighteenth. The deer began to flee. Then from the mount, a burst of cloud was born - a mushroom cloud which bellowed boisterously. It grumbled and it rumbled, rocketing for fourteen miles to sky its ice and ash. Land slid. An avalanche was covering all things within the path of its mad dash! By 10:15, a wall of water rushed down to the river, tearing up the trees along with boulders as the ash still gushed. Destruction had been wrought with greatest ease. The news said Mount St. Helen’s lost her head, and trees, like matchsticks, lay upon the ground. Amazingly, despite such loss and dread, there is new growth of beauty all around! Written Aug. 13, 2014 for Wordscapes Contest of John Hamilton
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