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Age 5 and under

Tall Ships Senses by Sarthak aged 5

I can see hungry seagulls
I can hear crashing waves
I can smell stick fish
I can feel slippery sea
I can taste ice cream

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Age 5 and under

Tall Ship Senses by Crystal aged 5

I can see colourful flowers
I can hear flappy fins
I can smell ice cream
I can feel bumpy starfish
I can taste cheese burgers

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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.

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Age 5 and under

Tall Ships Senses by Dylan Aged 5

I can see sharks
I can hear seagulls
I can smell hotdogs
I can feel wet sand
I can taste ice cream

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Day I Saw the Tall Ships’ by Bow, Age 9 Years

The Day I Saw the Tall Ships

When I woke up, I charged downstairs. There waiting for me was my dog, Dug the Pug. For breakfast, I ate my croissant with jam on it. “Bye Mum!” I said.
“Don’t forget your money and sun cream!” shouted mum.

I jumped on my skateboard and went to meet my friend, Joby, at the harbour. “There are a lot of people eating lot’s of pasties, candyfloss and ice cream,” I said with hungry eyes! As I looked around I could see the tall ships starting to make their way into the harbour. They were extraordinary. They were slightly rocking backwards and forwards on the waves and the crew were sailing them very carefully near each other. One of the sailors was my dad and it made me very happy to know he was safe and sound. I would be hugging him and telling him about what had been happening.
Me and Joby ate so much candyfloss that our tongues were red as a strawberry. Next we played on the beach and in the sea. When it was 9:00, we sat on the harbour wall, listening to BOOMS, WHIZZES and FIZZES of the fireworks. We saw gold, green red and blue shoot into the sky. “I can’t wait until next year!”

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Age 9 to 12

‘The beautiful, sunny beach’ by Eilwen Deacon, Age 9 Years

The beautiful, sunny beach

The loud, crazy seagulls flew

Over the salty, blue still sea.

Ice cream is like freezing cold ice on a winter’s night.

Fish and chips are like a hot, burning cooker in your mouth.

Ice cream is like freezing, cold ice on a winter’s night.

When the seagulls communicate it’s like they are celebrating in the sky.

Eilwen Deacon