Chantelle: I am 13 years old and am from Australia New South Wales.




Flying Colours

Bang like a gunshot,
You see a spark flying,
As the crowd watches,
There is a light in their eyes,
And some children cry,
Up in the air,
A heartbeat,
You wait with aware,
You hear a small pop,
And colours fly up,
Across and down,
And all around,
Beautiful showers of colours
Like red, blue and
Many others,
Then the 5 second flower fades,
With all its strength and power,
Colourful golden showers fall,
Then darkness,
Waiting with anticipation,
For another celebration,
The crowd leaves,
With smiles,
On their faces.


Copyright 2000 by Chantelle