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Age 9 to 12

‘My Story’ by Lily M, Age 11

A soft blue blanket hung limblessly over the star strewn sky. The moon staring down on Falmouth, winking occasionally to the scattered people way down below. The brightly blue sky and sea reflect the smiling moon’s face. Boats litter the tranquil sea as the lingering people wait upon the boats. The squawking seagulls scan the grounds for a late night snack. People dawdling through the coloured town. The bright colours burst to life. Sweet smells of freshly baked pasties coming from Rowes’ as people walk past the shop. Dogs barking excitedly, waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly the Tall Ships swarm into the sheltering harbour, a loud cheer comes from the crowd, dogs barking enthralled as the ships come closer. The intense colours of bunting hung across the ships as they stood tall over Falmouth. Startlingly, the fireworks erupted with colour and noise. It flared up the night sky. It was soon over though. Many people stayed a while after, others went home for an early night. Laughter and chatter filled the streets once more. The subject stayed long after the Tall Ships had arrived.
A soft blanket hung limblessly over the star strewn sky.

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Age 9 to 12

‘My Poem’ by Alex K Aged 10

It’s a colourful street in Falmouth.
People are celebrating, tall ships
are coming to town.
The cornish flag that will represent
our new hometown.
White and black is our
colour, of our beauty.
A hive of activity rushing
through Falmouth hitting houses
People like shocks of power.
Laughter and joy
filled the air
This is Falmouth at its greatest.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Willow Martin, Age 10 Years

Sleeping in a tiny, old, dusty, box I was lonely and afraid, the box was as dark as the night sky. Feeling scared I stared up at the thick brown masking tape … I felt I was in a frozen world. I kept asking myself “where was I?” A sharp warm hand reached into the dark gloomy box. I could hear birds tweeting. I could smell fresh air as broad daylight crept into the box.
The hand pulled me out, as rough as a wrestler, onto a little stand in the green wavy grass. Waiting in a trance I saw the bright yellow golden sun like a runny egg yolk as hot as a bubbling saucepan. The sun ran away over the beautiful meadows. After five minutes I smelt burning as five other fireworks with nervous faces got placed next to me, how would you feel?
Night fell suddenly as I worked my way up into the colourful bright sky with big bangs pop and whizzes. I wondered what colour I would be. Up in the sky I could see joyful, happy seals swimming in the calm blue crystal sea. The white baggy traditional flags took all the pride in themselves. I was shooting up and up like a rocket! People dancing with bright red colourful dresses like enthusiastic parrots. I could hear laughter and clapping. Suddenly POP! I was a brilliant bright blue like the vibrant sea itself. But then I died out with no more sparkle, my fifteen minutes of fame was over.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tick Tock’ by Teagan Condy, Age 10 Years

Tick Tock went the clock,
Charlie lost his sock,
“The fireworks are coming” shouts everyone,
People start cheering and having fun,
The locals are waving,
Fireworks are blazing,
Flags are flapping,
Penny’s in her house,
And all the wood lice are crawling to see the magic,
We hope it doesn’t rain because that’ll be tragic,
Black and white Cornish cats, little itchy scuttling rats,
Seagulls are scared,
They come in pairs,
My uncle glares,
Trees are swaying,
Children are playing,
The sea is shining like a diamond,
We’ve got firemen in case of a fire,
Go to the art gallery and you’ll see John Dyer.
By Teagan Condy

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships’ by Sam, Age 11Years

One night, at quarter to twelve, The Tall Ships came in. Fireworks exploded and laughter filled the air. People were pushing and pulling to get a good view. Fishermen were selling fish and shellfish behind their stalls, calling their wares. The ships were in all different colours but my eye was fixed upon one great oak ship with a figurehead of quartz. Her masts blue, her hull yellow, she wore all the countries upon her sail, her decks filled with happy sailors singing sea shanties. She was beautiful, she sailed agilely across the water.

All my sadness of my brother at sea drained out of me, knowing he was safe. I was filled with joy and happiness, now knowing peace was around me. Then I saw a lovely sight; I saw a boy, probably no older than eleven playing the accordion and he was the heart of the music. Without thinking I began to dance and cheer; I felt a great weightlessness in myself. I felt proud to be here, still the fireworks went off and by now it was 1:15 am and I was exhausted, so I went home.
I had a great night.