A piece of nostalgia. 8th November 2014.
The glowing eyes of the young,
The laughter and cheer of the old.
The colour display and smoke,
The warmth within the cold.
The names written upon the air,
The lovers and holding hands.
The crowds and growing smiles,
The rides and the gaming stands.
The fingerless gloves and coats,
The grass beneath our feet.
The promises of years to come,
The bonfires light and heat.
Do you remember the fireworks?
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2014-11-09 at 00:03
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Do you remember?
Do you remember the fireworks?The glowing eyes of the young,
The laughter and cheer of the old.
The colour display and smoke,
The warmth within the cold.
The names written upon the air,
The lovers and holding hands.
The crowds and growing smiles,
The rides and the gaming stands.
The fingerless gloves and coats,
The grass beneath our feet.
The promises of years to come,
The bonfires light and heat.
Do you remember the fireworks?
Poetry by John Ashleigh
Read 1134 times
Written on 2014-11-09 at 00:03
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Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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