Fireworks.

when i was small we walked up the hill to the university
it was cold and the damp got into our gloves

while there was colour in our cheeks and in torchlight
the darkness surrounded and leaked onto our path

the hedges lined the steady climb of other people
wellies and hats; coats buttoned up high with white grins
of anticpation -  a town in the mood for a show

you had seen it before, thought it was time enough
i was perhaps five after all and needed to see -

- oooooooooh aaaaaaaaah -
                            - oooooooooh aaaaaaaaah -

but i needed to be - a little ball curled around your boots
where my ears had fallen off into the smoky grass

so we backed down to the houses from shots in the sky
the distant bangs echoing into our steaming kitchen

Eventually moving to a country where such things
are illegal.