AND SHE SAID YES
Eight YEARS AGO TODAY
It’s bonfire night and the sky
is full of crackles and bangs,
brightly coloured lights.
The damp November air;
full of gunpowder and
the smell of fires
Oh how I love this atmosphere.
If only I had someone to tell about
‘our penny for the guy’
or the terrific bonfires we built.
I have the honour of lighting it,
with lighted match, hands shaking,
searching for dry paper.
Then little fires start to build inside;
the first smell of smoke
as wood starts to light,
this is just the beginning alright.
‘It’s lit! it’s lit!’ everyone shouts.
I remember the flames,
that licked the sleepers dry,
swirling bright yellow flames,
leaping higher and higher,
‘can’t you just feel that fire!’
The heat on my face,
‘ look my coat is steaming!’
Excited faces all around,
Dad saying ‘be careful son.
‘Don’t get too near that fire
or that air bomb that didn’t go off,
it could explode at any second!’
Don’t worry Dad, I’m alright.
(never felt better in fact)
This is definitely the best night,
It is just so brilliant it is.
Oh if only I was still a kid,
I’d be outside right now with my friends,
eyes wide open trying to take it all in,
ears primed; ready for the big bangs,
deciding which firework to light next.
Not sitting here enjoying my memories
of November the fifth’s gone by—
Just sat at my computer, writing this.
by Simon Icke. copyright 2009
Goose Fair is a happy place
The noise is loud and shrill
And people come from miles around
Looking for a thrill
By riding on the dodgems, the rocket and the wheel
Or even of the carousels Made of wood and steel
There’s sideshows there to entertain
With freaks that are quite funny
And there are many things to eat
That,s if you’ve got the money
The lights shine bright, the music plays
The swings go up and down
And everyone in Radford knows
The fair has come to town
In the year 2005 the fair was extended
To include Wednesday and Sunday as well
But the fair is still opened at Thursday noon
When the lord mayor rings his bell
The council maintain that this good for the economy
But for some it can be source of disruption and misery
For we should remember the fair is a noisy and raucous affair
Which is not always appreciated by all those who live near
So if you visit and enjoy the attractions of the fair
Think about the residents who suffer disruption at this time every year
By Ron martin