Poem: Avalanche

The night was cold, silent.
Trees were still there was no wind.
Animals and humans slept soundlessly
In they’re little wooden houses.
The night was dark, cold.

No one would have expected…
That loud terrifying rumor.
White, icy, thick snow
Falling as fast as a space rocket
From that enormous mountain.
Icy pieces descending that dangerous
, dangerous mountain.

Ice and thick snow breaking and crashing through
The little vulnerable wooden houses.
Screams of desperation and terror
Affecting that climate.
Death has killed.
You could now only hear
Water falling from the melting snow on the leaves and ash.




By Pietro 6t
Ambrit Rome International school.


Poem: Bridges

The long, gigantic bridge
Had just been built
And had just fallen in the deep, cold water.
It was a fabulous bridge
Till it lasted.
It had only one color used for all of it:
 A red color of blood
And it did make much blood
 fled out of innocent people.

Probably it was a damnation.
It coasted a fortune to our modest village.
It could have been one of the most important bridges of this country.

Now the bridge was probably lying
 On the bottom of the sea
Covered by algae.
innocent humans
Devoured by fish
At the bottom
Of the deep ocean.



By Pietro 6t
Ambrit Rome International School

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