Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerTall Ship Regatta
Celebration time in Falmouth,
Excited people all around town,
Listen carefully to the soft music,
Elated people dancing in their clogs,
Bright colours bursting though the town,
Regatta for everyone, come on join in,
A celebration not too forget,
Tonight it’s time to party,
Illuminating the sea side town fireworks fly,
On the pier there are people dancing,
Never forget this celebration.
By Neve
A Beautiful Night
The crackling fireworks giving off a bright light,
The calm glistening sea beaming in the night,
Gigantic tall ships getting ready to set sail,
People dancing and cheering while drinking ale,
Flags calmly waving side to side,
A peaceful, millpond this high tide,
It’s such a beautiful sight,
What an amazing night!
By Hannah
The Regatta
The fireworks boom and light up the sky,
You can hear the drunken sailors singing a shanty,
The wooden pier is full of dancing people,
The man playing the accordion beside John Dyer’s shop,
As all the bands stop the people start walking home,
All the cups and cans left on the road and the pavement,
For tomorrow’s rubbish collection.
By Samson
Bright Light Long Night
Fire burning in the bright lights.
I am cheering for the boats to start the race.
Red and white lights.
Excited people dancing and prancing on the boats in the harbour
We are all waiting for the race to begin at 12 o’clock,
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful sight of the night sky,
Roaring of the wind, pushing the big white sails,
Kids playing all night long in the starry night sky.
By Aaron
The Tall Ships
The crashing fireworks burst through the sky like a thousand rockets,
The dancing people groove through the streets,
All of the children’s wide smiles are as bright as all the stars in the dark night sky,
Vibrant colours illuminating the town,
Singing, laughing, dancing, shouting,
The colourful seaside town,
The crystal, deep, blue sea,
The jolly drunken sailors singing shanties as the night goes on,
Hooray, hooray the villagers shout,
This is the best night with no doubt.
By Emily
Chaos by the Harbour
Roaring crowds racing about,
Eating fish and chips sitting on the bench,
Giant boats coming in to the harbour,
As fireworks light up the city,
The bell tower struck ten,
Then the sky turned dark blue,
And people danced all night long.
BY JACOB
The Tall Ships!
I was expecting a lovely walk in town,
When suddenly I heard a booming sound,
I looked up high and what did I see?
Some fireworks shining beautifully,
I saw some dancing and colours flash,
I knew I needed to make a dash.
People were pushing, shoving, surging,
Trying to get a glimpse, of THE TALL SHIPS!
So that’s why there were fireworks, that’s why there were dancing,
That’s why there were colours flashing.
I ran down the quay to join in the fun,
And celebrate with everyone!
There was one particular ship I saw,
With red sails and a yellow door.
The sea was calm not a wave to be seen,
The sailors looked ever so keen.
The cats and dogs were going crazy!
They made me feel quite hazy.
Soon the proper firework show started,
With a gold one that sparkled and glittered,
It shone and shimmered.
After that it was time to go home,
And leave the dogs and cats alone.
I expected a lovely walk in town,
But turned out I didn’t frown!
Eventually I tiptoed back,
And stood on a twig that made a crack,
I wandered sleepily up the stairs that were steep,
With eyes so tired they couldn’t even peep.
I gazed out into the endless sky,
And saw some colourful birds with patterned wings that helped them fly,
I looked down again onto the bay,
As rainbow fireworks danced the night away.
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.
It is 7.00pm on the day the tall ships sail into the harbour. The carnival has closed ready for the celebration of the tall ships arriving in Falmouth. As I walk to the harbour I can see the crowd laughing, singing and dancing with great smiles on their faces.
I ran down to the water front, and to my surprise I got to the front row. A sailor invited me on board the ship to sail. It was an amazing opportunity so I said “yes”. I got on the ship and we sailed 5 miles and back.
We realised there was a hole in the lower deck. Luckily I sighted a lifeboat. I found a flare in a box and shot it directly up at the sky. We started blocking the hole with crates. Finally the lifeboat arrived. We were saved.
TALL SHIPS 2014
I woke up on the 25th May,
To see the tall ships arriving in the bay,
Lifeboats at the front and divers taking a dip,
But there, at the back, sailed the tall ships.
Some near the front, some near the back,
The scene was colourful, pigeons were the only things black.
There were beautiful fireworks and people dancing’,
There was shaking of hands and people prancing.
People were looking down from the deck,
At the tremendous Falmouth shipwreck.
There was more than one, more than ten,
Even more than one-hundred women and men,
Lining up, at the docks, to see the enormous pigeon flock.
A few hours later, when the party was over, there was no sound, not a rustle of clover.
But all was not silent; there was one thing to be heard,
It sounded like a bird.
Late at night, when everyone was in bed, two seagulls flew overhead.
By Sean Raistrick