Remember the 5th

Bonfire burning merrily shooting sparks that hop and dance in bright moonlight. On the top is the guy smoke covers feet as the flames lick ever higher consuming. Catherine wheels spinning colours madly while children's sparkles form misty shapes. The sky lights up as rockets fly and burst into spectacular colour with thunderous blast. Hot baked potatoes warming up cold hands and the glorious smell of sizzling sausages. Guy well alight burning brightly, sparks flying slowly now the fires die and the sky turns silent. With happy sighs the children run home to hot chocolate with melting marshmallows. Their eyes gleaming and red noses shining they clamber up to bed with excited whispers. Tradition now, over and done for another year tomorrow a big clean up will be needed. For now, all rest locked in their memories of this year and nostalgically of others past.