Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerCHEERFUL PEOPLE
The sails of the ships look how they sway,
People on masts shouting “Hey! Hey! Hey!”
Children laughing having fun,
“OH NO!” we’ll miss the tall ships…let’s “run!”
No matter how you feel, no matter what you say
You’ll have fun in some way.
By Louis H
The people waving their arms
Aeroplanes landing on the sea
Lost planes with bad pilots
Lost kids crying
Ships racing in the wind
Happy people laughing
If you see
People jumping off masts
Ships sailing away.
This year I am going to one of the best festivals in Britain at this time. I went last year and it was magnificent.
The puppets are illuminated with different coloured lights. They swerve and turn down the streets as if in a mind of their own. I walk along the street, following the carnival of colours weave down the road. I keep walking, watching the ribbons swirl and twirl into the night. The procession turns and now comes back towards the tall ships that line the water’s edge.
I now see the sailors in their neat outfits, high up in the masts of the tall ships. But my eyes are drawn away and unconsciously look at the beauty and splendor of the tall ships. The delicate sails are billowing out in their entirety. The gun ports are proudly displaying their array of guns, the guns themselves polished and clean, winking in the moonlight. The gold decorations beam out at you. The people all around me are in a joyous mood, laughing and dancing. The Cutty Sark looks like it is sailing with the other tall ships again. All the fun, laughter, splendor and beauty are all in one place.
Oh I can’t wait to go.
Tall ships galore in the port of Falmouth,
people climbing up and up
the salty rigging,
hanging from the sails.
And cheering people standing at the quay,
waving flags as the soft breeze blows in their faces.
Purple boats that are the Tall ships,
sprays the boat with salty water.
Just as the clock strikes 12 the fireworks explode,
the accordion player starts to join in,
the vibration of the accordion I’ve never seen that before.
I think the Accordion just gives it that one bit more.
It wakes the cats the dogs and birds,
sniffing and looking for left over crumbs,
pasties, sandwiches what ever is around.
Little children wondering,
thinking what it must be like,
standing on the masts singing songs
and where will the wind take them ?
What will it bring?