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Firework Night

By Alex Sutherland

On the 5th of November every year,
Onlookers gather at vast, emerald domains.

They are murmuring to each other,
Waiting for the distinctive sound of gunpowder.

Suddenly the sky was stained brightly with brilliant lights,
The lively bombarding of kaleidoscopic colour was immense.

People were deafened by the burst of picturesque rainbows,
The colours were rich and beautiful, brilliantly amazing.

The group exclaimed with pleasure,
As psychedelic snapshots filled their heads.

Variegated graphics are nearly at their end,
Adults are yawning, children tugging at their grass-stained trousers.

This was a night that will stay in their minds forever.

Brian Falkner Books