Banging On. Poem by Fay Slimm

A wonderful memory! !

Bangers, sparklers, poor Guy Faulks does not get a mention! Yet considering he entered parliament, with an honest intention

This is a very cute piece, still a child at heart enjoying all the sparkles and colors of the rainbow sky...I like it :) ...10

There is an inherent love for fireworks in nearly all of us, Fay, and you expressed that very well and quite beautifully in this fine poem. We Americans make a big deal of our Indepence Day, and I don't think it's so much because we mark it as the birthday of our nation, but rather because we all look forward to the big fireworks shows in the evening. Nearly every town puts on a show, and if you are high enough, you can see displays from a dozen or more places simultaneously! Of course, every year the city of Philadelphia puts on a spectacular show. Yes, we love our fireworks and on the list of mankin's greatest inventions, that has to rank in the top four or five for sure. Thanks for your very lovely poem! Carl.

Fay, your bang on target with this one and a nice message to all in that first stanza. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David