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.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
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