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Age 6 to 8

‘Under the Stars’ by Grace Harrison, Age 8 Years

Under the Stars

The wind bellows within the sails,
Along with the chorus of the whales ,
The white horses gallop and neigh,
These are the words that the white ones say,
“Swim, oh fish, the Fishermen come,
You may be caught and dried under the sun,”
Seagulls soar across the sky,
They think how lucky am I?
To be able to fly,

People shout and cry and scream,
Under the magnificent moon beam,
Swirling twirling fireworks in the great star alleys,
They are so bright they can even
Be seen from the deepest of valleys,
The beat of the feet on the street stops,
The colours die down,
And people start to frown,
They go to bed,
To rest their heads,
And they sleep, sleep, sleep.

By Grace

Categories
Age 5 and under

Tall Ships Senses’ by Sophie Aged 5

I can see sand.
I can hear waves.
I can smell fish.
I can feel sand.
I can taste ice cream.

Categories
Age 9 to 12

‘Emily’ by Annabelle, Age 9 Years

Emily
The water was rough and there were tonnes of fish swimming around the boat. I could hear the waves crashing against the shore, and my whiskers were tingling. Everyone on the deck was having a party when I was locked down because they thought I would be scared of the spiralling fireworks or the crashing waves but finally the meowing was wearing off, and master came down and let me up to the deck. I could taste the mackerel and fish from the stools on land. I couldn’t help going to the side of the ship and watch the silver sparkling scales of fish, almost falling off into the deep blue water. We were about to set off and go to the deeper scarier part of the ocean only because master and his mates were getting drunk.
Finally when we set off, I got a nice bowl of milk full to the brim whilst the ship set sail. After a while I felt like having a long snooze down below and a nice big tuna and that was exactly what I didn’t get, not only no tuna but everywhere we went was tough and a strong wind blew through my fur when I went above. Masters brand new sailor’s cap blew off in the wind and was lost, we suddenly came to a cave and sailed straight in without another thought. It was dark and gloomy with only the lights below to guide us through the water. There were rockety rocks scattered below the water, there was a sharp and pointed one right in view and we were about to sail over it I began to meow and meow as loud as I possibly could until Jake one of master’s crew realised something was wrong and came over to find out.
“What’s wrong Emily why all the meowing what’s happened?” Jake said in a whisper.
“MEOW” was all I could answer then suddenly master saw the rock and tried to curve around but the boat only got trapped on the side and we were stuck. There was a scary shape in the water with fins and teeth; yep you guessed, it was a shark. Every one huddled together as they prayed to get free, then when night fell and there stood a beautiful, full moon the water was beginning to get higher, until we all thought this was the end and the last place we would ever see. It was as if the boat went click and we were free, we slowly began to move and started to sail away out of the cave and towards where we thought was home. But there was no sign of land and no sign of any thing we recognised, only the dark blue water that drifted slowly under the tall ships sails and hull. We drifted quietly along the ocean until the water changed colour into a light turquoise. There were thatched huts all along the bay and dogs running over the beach, as soon as I saw the dogs and puppies I felt sick and began to back away, Master and the crew knew exactly where we were. We stayed here for a couple of days but when the dark came it was horrible. There were dogs howling, so we went back home, knowing where to go and arrived safely back and I had another bowl of milk and some salmon.

Categories
Age 9 to 12

‘The Sailing Race’ by Charlie Bray Age 9 Years

The sailing race

Salty sea in the air.

The wide boat pushing through the waves like a flying fish.

Fish and chips in the air.

The waves are gripping the boats like a angry fist.

Excited screeches in the air.

By Charlie Bray