Ronnie McGinn's Poetry Page
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Looking at the dying embers of a Bar-B-Q last weekend brought back memories of Bonfires Night way back in Ireland, in the sunny long ago. A week or behind with the thought and perhaps I'm looking back through 'rose tinted glasses' although the truth is there are far more attractions and alternatives for young people in the world today. Also authorities frown with disdain upon the traditional practice of 'Bonfire's Night'. But old traditions die hard and our memories will always remain with us.
Bonfires Night
Fading twilight, ends the day,
Bonfire embers burning low,
Mothers call an end to play,
Home, reluctant children go.
Singers and musicians too,
Pack away their party stuff,
Closing time is almost due,
Adults say enough's, enough.
So the celebrations close,
St. John's Eve is put to bed.
Just a narrow smoke wisp shows,
In the moon light overhead.
Silence falls upon the scene,
Trampled grass and left behinds,
Tomorrows eyesore on the green,
Memories for happy minds.
Then with sharp eyes open wide,
Pussy tip-toes through the mire,
Find's a spot and lies beside,
The last embers of the fire.
Ronnie McGinn
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