Early November: and leaves continue
To tumble down in tainted greens, yellows,
Reds and golden browns. Owhat a sight! Soon
it will be bonfire night: noise and light will flow:
Fireworks will soar and small rockets will roar.
Sparklers will gleam; silvery in the night.
Autumn's so colourful; no- one gets bored
Of it. It is filled with constant surprise!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dominic a time machine poem for me that takes me back to counting the days down and looking for dry wood with chums for the big night. A poem that says it at is is and an enjoyable read. And we never found any dry wood only the soaking wet. Five shooting stars and whatever happened to catherine wheels. Thanks for the memories and take care.