Since 1939, however, there have been no bonfires on the village greens. No fireworks gleam in the blackened parks and the streets are dark and silent. But this darkness will not last forever. There will some day come a Fifth of November-or another date, it doesn't matter-when fires will burn in a chain of brightness from Land's End to John O' Groats. The children will dance and leap about them as they did in the times before. They will take each other by the hand and watch the rockets breaking, and afterwards they will go home singing to the houses full of light...

In the village where I live, in Sussex, we made our bonfire in the Vicarage paddock and every year, as soon as it was lit, the Vicar's cow would begin to dance…

Mary Poppins herself had flown away, but the gifts she had brought would remain for always.

'Bird and beast and stone and star - we are all one, all one -' murmured the Hamadryad, softly folding his hood about him as he himself swayed between the chil…

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, br…

'Walimah is only in five occasions: in the 'Urs, Khurs, 'Idhar, Wikar and the Rikaz - 'Urs is when a person gets married; and Khurs is when a child is born; an…

We're gonna be laughing about this We're gonna be dancing around It's gonna be so good now.