NOVEMBER

November.

Dark November brings the chill and cold

And memories of an ancient villain bold

Who planned to blow our parliament high

With gunpowder into that November sky

His plot was foiled and the price was paid

By those who parts in the plot had played

But we have now turned this ancient woe

To a charade of what happened so long ago

Bonfires burn bright and rockets fly

High into the dark of a November sky

Flashes and bangs and steaks of light

Gunpowder explodes with festive sight

Father please forgive the childish way

We use to brighten a dreary day

Help us to follow what you have planned

To joy that only you can command

Filled with your love and perfect peace

That will be ours for ever and never cease

Stan Davenport.

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