The crack of a banger.
Whizzing of rockets.
Squeals from children.
Sweets in their pockets.

The odour of burning wood.
The crackle of a spirited fire.
Hot dogs, parkin, toffee apples.
Rockets are lit and we retire.

Men with sticks poke and prod.
Amid the fire an ember smoulders.
Teens add twigs, branches, logs.
Toddlers on their fathers’ shoulders.

The crack of a banger.
Whizzing of rockets.
The squeals of the children.
Sweets in their pockets.