Bonfire Night

The pile of flammable waste sits in the middle of the field,
surrounded by stones to stop it from spreading.
Guy Fawkes is on the top,
waving goodbye as someone lights the fire beneath him.
Crackling fills the air as the flames grow stronger,
climbing to the top of the bonfire,
racing each other.
The people of the town stand around watching,
laughing, joking,
chasing each other.
Waving sparklers in the air and warming themselves in the flames given off by the fire.
As the flames lick the sky
the people down below are exclaiming at the many colors in the bonfire's midst.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple...and others which are indistinguishable.
Oohs and aaaaaahs are heard as the fireworks start.
A wail...
A bang...
and yet more colors fill the air, turning the clouds pink and gold.
Then...
Another Rocket,
Golden Rain,
more Jumping Jacks.
Purple, green, red, blue, yellow.
Everyone cranes their necks to follow the next ones on their journey to the sky,
then they watch as the fireworks burst, flooding the heavens with color.

When the fireworks have finished,
the bonfire burnt down,
and the people departed,
the ash is still there, in a circle of stones.
Used sparklers litter the ground,
and empty firework boxes lay forgotten.
This is all that remains of Bonfire Night.
No cheerful laughter.
No colors.
No bangs.
No people.
Nothing remains of Bonfire Night.

(age 10)

*my first poem, written when i was still in primary school! im very proud of it :)