Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerThe busy people going by,
All the fireworks very high,
Laughing children in the street,
Lots of people you can meet.
Ships of all different sizes
High and small so tall,
I look into the sea,
Pictures swirl around,
So beautifully on the watery ground.
People chat chat
Children clap clap
Church bells ding ding
Seals splash splash
Seagulls flap flap
Waves lap lap.
Brightly coloured, the tall ships slowly
drift into the port of falmouth, adding
to the atmosphere of children laughing,
people cheering, the brass band playing.
As dusk turns to dark the clock strikes 12!
Suddenly a carnival of colour exploding,
into the night sky,transforming and bringing
everything to life. A village celebrating.
The sails of the majestic tall ships
bellow through the light breeze going into the quay.
With lots of people hanging
off the silky big sails. Everyone is cheering!
The crowd fills the Harbour
As more people enter the street,
Children dance and adults sing
Running to get a rocky seat.
The emerald sea is full
Crammed to the very last pool.
The ships run high tall and strong,
Their bunting blowing when the wind runs cool.
As the houses empty and
The atmosphere runs wild.
Fireworks bang, crackle and whizz
Like an over excited child!
The sails of the ships
Hang low and full of air.
The masts sway and groan
Like an angry dragon’s lair…
Sausages, onions, burgers galore,
Dancers wiggling their well-dressed hips.
But what catches my beady bird’s eye
Are the bright, flag-filled fast tall ships.
Tall ships galore in the port of Falmouth,
people climbing up and up
the salty rigging,
hanging from the sails.
And cheering people standing at the quay,
waving flags as the soft breeze blows in their faces.
Purple boats that are the Tall ships,
sprays the boat with salty water.
Just as the clock strikes 12 the fireworks explode,
the accordion player starts to join in,
the vibration of the accordion I’ve never seen that before.
I think the Accordion just gives it that one bit more.
It wakes the cats the dogs and birds,
sniffing and looking for left over crumbs,
pasties, sandwiches what ever is around.
Little children wondering,
thinking what it must be like,
standing on the masts singing songs
and where will the wind take them ?
What will it bring?