They were still <br />sorting it ready we thought <br />you never know the time <br />in Wales and dinna bother tae <br />read the programme it's usually late not eight as they write <br />when <br />the fireworks went off <br />boom on the hill <br />and the night over wir castle lit with a big wow- <br />wee of explosions fifteen minutes before <br />we were ready for it. <br /> <br />Boys! Boys! stop it wi they mugs of tea – <br />run! – <br />then there’s me <br />thinking about getting my coat down from the peg – <br />they’ve skeltered up the street <br />halfway round the millpond before I’m <br />slow- <br />ly catching up with them <br />because <br />I’ve put on weight <br /> <br />too many fags, too, <br />and – let’s face it – <br />I’m no a kid now, either <br />and comin home after all <br />agree with them <br />there’s nothing better <br />than a real storm <br />wi fast <br />crackin forks <br />of lightnin. Wicked! <br />-We didna miss it <br />much.<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fireworks-23/
