The fifth of November

 

Colours so bright,

Sounds so loud.

I am a face,

In the crowd.

 

The smell of smoke,

Buzzing in my ears.

My heart beats fast,

With a little fear.

 

Pinks and blues,

Line the sky,

The rockets fly up,

Ever so high.

 

Excitement grows now,

As the night gets dark,

The sky is lit up,

In my local park.

 

By Becky Clemett - 27^th September 2000