So this is what I had to do at school and as you can tell above it is My Earthquake Poem it is called:

The Swaying House

Slipping into a midnight slumber.
A loud banging noise could be heard.
I quickly sat up,
Looked around my dimly lit room.
I heard scuttling above me,
As if rats were in the ceiling.
Hearing the banging noise again,
Getting closer and closer.
It stopped only to be replaced,
By the house moving back and forth,
Like the swaying of a ship out on sea.

I hoped you enjoyed my poem. Comment what you think! It is greatly appreciated!