The assignment was to write a poem about fireworks. They provided a list of helping words like "sparkle" and "whoosh" but Thomas refused to use any of them. (The first words of the first three lines were given . . . Fireworks . . . rocket . . . Bangers)
Fireworks are like the sun on gunpowder.
Rockets exploding in the night sky.
Bangers snapping like bombs.
Fireballs krashing
Curtains of fire smashing into 10000
Bells of explosion ringing.
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6 comments:
WOW! That is stunning. Bravo, Thomas.
It's a pity that Thomas wasn't available when the young republic needed a national anthem.
Admiringly,
WB
Tell Thomas i think his poem is terrific
and don't remind him that we never took him to the July 4th fireworks last summer
I guess this is fireworks as seen over the Nile
I think it was inspired by watching Monarch Madness (store bought fireworks) in Peru with Uncle Arthur . . .
I was going to say, where is the line about Monarch Madness? That was indeed a good poem. He's always had a fine way with words. I will always remember asking him what his favorite word was, at age three, and he said, "Lup".
"16 of the 20 were 6 years old; the rest were 7. One little girl had just turned 7 on Tuesday."
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