Tall Ships
Tall Ships, Tall Ships everywhere
Up in the sky and above the land
Tall Ships, Tall Ships everywhere
They’re really old but …
Still in action
by Daniel Mylor Bridge School
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The Lonely Boat
One day there was a lonely boat who lived by
itself at Falmouth Docks for quite a while.
One day a lady called Daisy, who loved boats,
came and looked at the lonely boat.
A couple of hours later Daisy came back and
bought the lonely boat. She climbed in and put
her hands on the wheel, drove out of the docks.
From then on the lonely boat was the happy
boat!
By Ellie
Age 9
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‘The Fireworks’ by Emmie, Age 9 Years
The Fireworks
One day when Daisy got back from walking her dog Scruff, she wanted to make a picnic for her to watch the fireworks that evening. Daisy had always been very good at making things, especially picnics, she could even remember doing it with her mother when she was little. By the end of the day the picnic was ready, so Daisy started walking up to the fields. As she got near to the top of the hill Daisy started to set out her blanket to sit on and started to eat. In seconds the fireworks started and you could see Tall Ships coming amongst the bursting fireworks. Everything was great. The display went on for ages, Daisy started to fall asleep… BANG!!
By Emmie (age 9)
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‘Tall Ships’ by Gabriel, Age 9 Years
Tall Ships Tall Ships everywhere
The sails swaying in the air
The seagulls take no notice
They don’t care
By Gabriel
Age9
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‘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.
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‘Bling’ by Bessy, Age 9 Years
A black cat called Bling
A cat called Bling, he is a peculiar thing,
A black cat, that wears a black hat,
Who always sat on a black mat.
Bling has a small home,
Who was always sadly alone,
Bling was just fur and bone,
that always chattered on the phone.
He was a fun guy,
that loved the sky,
he was always kind and said good bye.
Inspired by the black cat In John Dyer’s painting.