(On August 18, 1992 at approximately
4:00 P.M., Mt. Spurr, a volcano 78 miles west
of Anchorage, Alaska erupted and spewed
ash, darkening her skies for several days.)
On August 18, '92, Mt. Spurr
with pent up rage blew and blew,
she darkened the skies with her
fiery tongue, penetrating every
cloud till there was no sun;
nightfall came early way before its time,
joining the winds of the devil
who danced over the surprised city,
engulfing it with sulfur, leaving no pity.
By morning the clouds of hades hung around,
covering everything with ash,
including the ground,
residents wore masks looking like alien
creatures from Grade 'B' science fiction
features.
The City of Anchorage will never
be the same as all recall the black madness
of Mt. Spurr, the ferocious volcano
which no longer is tame.
- Author: Summersounds68 ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2016 01:57
- Category: Nature
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