Volcanoe Poem

Volcano

Magma,

Melted, molten rock,

Like soup that boils,

In a crock...

Beneath the Earth,

It rolls and roils,

Beneath the Earth,

It turns and toils...

Pressure grows,

Magma escapes,

Blows through holes,

Of different shapes...

Mountain cones,

Ring of fire,

Volcanoes blow,

Ash flies higher!

Magma flows,

Becomes hot lava,

Cools to make,

A place like Java...

Magma comes,

From underground,

And flows in lava,

All around...

Listen now,

Don't interrupt,

When volcanoes blow,

They do erupt!

Your Challenge:

1. List the facts about volcanoes that you have found in this poem.

• Volcanoes erupt when the pressure builds up
• volcanoes blows
• magma creates landforms
• Ash flies high up in the sky
• Beneath the  earth it rolls and roils
• Beneath the earth it turns and toils