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Age 9 to 12

‘Goodbye Tall Ships’ by Harriet Sparling, Age 12 Years

Bunting draped across the town and tall ships
Pops and bangs and fizzes and whizzes
Dogs chasing cats chasing birds chasing mice
People waving flags
Dots and lines and zigzags everywhere
The sky is full of colours
Blues greens reds yellows oranges and purples
Tall ships glide, small ships float, RNLI fly
Steven the seagull soars around in the sky
Sailors dance jigs on the rigs
Crowds cheer
Goodbye tall ships.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Sky of Colours’ by Lara Norris, Age 12 Years

Whoosh, sizzle, crackle, boom,
Watch those fireworks soar and zoom,
Scarlet, amber, aqua, lime,
A sky of colours all the time.

See those tall ships hit the sea,
People are as happy as can be,
Watch those seagulls call to friends,
Watch the flags twist and bend.

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Age 9 to 12

‘At The Tall Ships Day’ By Aysha Cattran, Age 12 Years

At the warm Tallships day there are …

People swimming in the bay
seagulls flying around all day

People looking out to sea
people applauding at the view of the deep blue sea

Animals everywhere running about
all in the excitement of no doubt

Cats and Dogs run and play
whilst people are waving flags all the way

The fireworks fizz and pop
whilst children jump and flop

Sailors shouting and doing jigs
up on 30 foot rigs

The boats creak but no one shrieks

The rat scurry in a rush and hurry

Busy towns noise echoes in the shores
The rolling turquoise seas
gives people a tease

So people swim in the bay
through the Tallships day

All the time the seaside accordian
plays the a wistful tune at the end of the day.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Sleeping like a ship’ by Erin Lyall, Age 12 Years

I can see people waving flags in my face as I walk through the colorful crowd: red ones, green ones, blue ones – as far as I can see. And I can hear yells of joy and happiness. And then I see the tall ships gliding through the emerald sea. Beautiful. Elegant.

BANG, POP, WHIZZ. There goes another firework dancing in the dark blue sky, fizzing and swirling – up up they go into the cloudy night they fly. The streets are lit up with lights all shades of colours as people walk through. The tall ships are swaying as they show off there amazing colors to the people on the bay. ‘Woof woof,’ ‘Meow meow,’ the cats and dogs are singing as well, and the streets are bursting with sound. I go to sleep this night thinking of the wonderful tall ships that I have seen and I drift to sleep like one.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Bang, Pop, Whizz’ by Frank Adams, Age 12 Years

Bang, Pop, Whizz, Zoom
That’s how the fireworks fly.
Up,up into the sky,
Up where the tall ships sigh
Up, up in the very high sky.

Jelly fish tenticals whizzing all around
Bubbles in our ears as the fireworks POW
The fireworks go Pop Bang Sizzle Sizzle
That’s how the fire works go.

Yellow, blue, green, violet
The flags on the tall ships are colours,
Colours in the sky just as the fireworks fly.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Colour and Noise’ by Patrick Toraskar, Age 12 Years

As people scream and cheer
Cats hide from the fireworks that go
Whizz, pop, bang in the sky.

Colours, colours in the sky,
Pink, pink, yellow, blue.

As the night goes on you feel tired
But excited for more and more fun.

As the evening grows darker the noises
And celebrations continue.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Amy Trethewey, Age 10 Years

In a dark, cold box, I was lying alone. I felt scared and lonely. I didn’t know what to do. The box was all rusty and oily. I didn’t like it at all.
Suddenly, I was moving around the box. It felt like someone was carrying me. I was rolling all around the box like a ball going crazy.
Slowly someone grabbed me and pulled me out of the box and dumped me on the grass with all the other fireworks. They then connected me to all of the other fireworks. The man left me alone with all of the fireworks. I was scared. He said to a man ,
“I am going to get the matches” Quickly, the man rushed back with a lighter and a match. Would you like to be set off by a match?
Suddenly the man got closer and closer and closer. He set me off with a BANG!! I didn’t know what was going on, but down below I saw a lovely, white Tall Ship. The people were staring at me. The sea was a sapphire crystal shining below me. I could see massive houses, all different colours (pink, blue, orange, yellow…). There were hundreds of dogs and cats everywhere I looked. The sight before my eyes was amazing.
I got closer and closer to the ground. I ended up becoming dust. Lots of tiny grains of dust. Suddenly my life flashed before my eyes as I landed on the ground. I was not a firework anymore, just dust.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Oliver Kellow, Age 11Years

In a dark blue, tight box I lay until someone lifts me out and stands me up. I look up at the dark silent sky. Suddenly I am put on the top of the Falmouth clock. Without warning I am squeezed to the spire on the top of the clock and a few seconds later I am left alone…
I feel frosty as I look and listen to people and children gathering towards me. Children are laughing and waiting for the show to start. More and more and more people come towards me. After five minutes, I hear the sizzling of a fuse and I am lit…
“That’s odd, my base is rather warm. It feels good,” Then my base begins to get even hotter. I smell smoke and the black fuse gets charred and finally my fuse is roasting hot! I erupt into the dark blue sky. BOOOM!
“I’m FREE!!” Where am I going? The audience cheer and scream. As I look down, I see the Tall Ships and Small Ships and the calm blue sea. I can smell the smoke as other fireworks boom before my eyes. I see blue, orange, red and green sparks fly next to me. I can hear the children laughing and clapping. I can hear lapping waves and splashing water. I can hear beeping from mobile phones and loud chatter as kids discuss my colours as I wiggle down towards ground. Suddenly I spark in the sky and split into a million pieces.
My one last ball of ‘dust’ smashes against the ground….

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Keira Johns, Age 10 Years

I’m in the corner of a dark and dingy box with twelve other fireworks squashing me, it was terrifying, I could hardly breathe I wanted to get out but I knew I couldn’t do anything about it!
Suddenly I felt someone shake the box, and then put me down again, I didn’t know what was going to happen to me and all I know is that I am not in Tesco anymore, and I know that for a fact.
As quick lightning the box lid opened (air at last) I felt free for the first time ever, I could feel the moisture of the air around, moving me, I could hear the horns from the ships and I could see the tall ships coming in from a corner of the box.
The next thing I knew I was set up on the grass (the grass was as cold as ice) into the pot, and connected to the others…and then the plug.
Once we were connected to the ground and the other plugs I had to wait another hour until I was set off. I mean how would you feel if you had to be shoved next to twelve other fireworks?
All I could hear is a man shouting 3,2,1 BLAST OFF , so off I shot into the air like a bullet from a gun…
BANG POP WHIZ! I went as I shot up into the air, it feels so amazing, I finally feel happy.
I could see the shimmering sea from up above, and I could see the Tall Ships coming through, I could nearly touch the ships they were so tall. I feel free for the first time in forever, I could see the colours everywhere.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Church Bells’ by George Birkett, Age 12 Years

Looking out of my window, as I cuddle Bow,
Her fur soft and silky, her purr deep and low.
A rainbow of colours, jumping in the sky,
Red, blue and yellow: it makes me want to cry.
Whizz! Pop! Bang!
The choir of fireworks sing.
Twirl! Whizzle! Crackle!
The church bells ring.