The Earth's Rattle

Anyways for a little description of this, I was given an article to chose from and make a poem out of it. It's about an earthquake that was very brief in Concord yet many were still surprised after it occured. So here it is: sit, read and enjoy!

As the dark was draping all of day’s wonder
The town remained still, with nothing to ponder.
Individuals talked, watching seeds newly sewn,
Never suspecting the ground’s awakening groan.
Violently shaking the room seemed to shudder,
Inhabitants gasped, eyes opened with wonder.
Rumbling stomachs obeyed master’s call,
One that is able to make people crawl.

The earth was relentless, like an unyielding storm.
Only to dwindle, and fade with no mourn.
When silence returned, many gazed with some doubt,
Preparing for more, they readied to shout.
The warriors waited for their lion to pounce,
Grasping their shield breathing words unannounced.
The quake had arrived, striking swift with zeal,
The outlook remained stony, hard with no feel.
Then out of the quiet arose a small laughter,
A child unknowing, bringing color to paper.
Finding words from the brain whether jolt, or a rattle,
Not truly describing the earth’s inner battle.
Minds reminisced calling events from the past,
Figuring December’s quiver was far from the last.