MAY I, through your letters page, share my poem entitled Bonfire Nights:

How I remember those awesome sights,

The magic, the splendour of Bonfire Nights.

Catherine Wheels and children's squeals,

The whoosh of the rockets piercing the clouds,

Crackerjacks, bangers and spinning reels,

The murmurs of the fireside crowds.

A November sky filled with myriad lights,

Red and silver, golden and whites.

Orange flames leaping, curling, creeping,

Sparklers fizzing, whizzing by,

The bonfire burning round the Guy.

Roman candles all ablaze lighting the faces in the haze,

Shimmering fountains like snow covered mountains,

Shooting upwards, erupting, cascading,

Then gently slowly dropping down and fading.

Treacle lumps and a slice of parkin,

The cold night air but there's no freeze.

Scurryin' dogs runnin', barkin',

The fire is hot and there's pies and peas.

How I remember those Bonfire Nights,

November the fifth, night of delights.

By Terry Coneys

Highfield Rd North

Chorley.