A/N- A little something I wrote for the school poetry contest. We haven't found out the results yet.
Reflected in your eyes
The flames dance endlessly, dangerously,
Rockets whizzing into eternity
As the shadows of the night grow longer.
Oohs and Aahs from excited children
Their small hands fisted tight,
The railing bent from them leaning closer
During their first display.
Adults watch with enjoyment
Contours of fascinated expression faded by time,
Countless fireworks and many years
Tradition wills their coming.
The flames rise into the air
As the moon shimmers from the heat,
The golds, blues and reds of rockets flying overhead
Transfiguring into squalls of smoke that sail the light winds.
A Guy Fawkes made by children smoulders
Sitting atop the ardent bonfire,
The burning etching faded history into our memories
As our hands are warmed by his death.
Catherine wheels spin into life
Marking the end of the show,
But above our beds the fireworks blaze on
Satisfying the hungering religion of tradition that never ends.