The Bonfire at Night: A poem by Enid Blyton


It’s bonfire night tonight, so I thought we should have a poem to celebrate. I’m going out tonight to see the fireworks, are you? You can also take a look at the poem we put up last year at this time about fireworks.

Bonfire, you’re a merry fellow
With your flames of red and yellow,
And your cheery cracks and pops-
You gobble up the old bean-props,
The pea-sticks, withered plants, and all
The leaves blown down beside the wall.
Your never-ending spires of smoke
(The colour of a pixy’s cloak)
Go mounting to the starry sky,
And when the wind comes bustling by
Oh, what a merry game you play,
And how you pop and roar away!
Your heart is red, your smoke is thick,
On, pile on leaves and branches quick!
Let’s dance around and shout and sing,
Oh, Bonfire, you’re a LOVELY thing!

From the Enid Blyton Poetry book, 1934.

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2 Responses to The Bonfire at Night: A poem by Enid Blyton

  1. Francis says:

    It’s amazing how Enid covered so many topics and how well you find them! Thanks
    Fiona.
    Francis

    Like

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