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Age 9 to 12

‘Goodbye Tall Ships’ by Harriet Sparling, Age 12 Years

Bunting draped across the town and tall ships
Pops and bangs and fizzes and whizzes
Dogs chasing cats chasing birds chasing mice
People waving flags
Dots and lines and zigzags everywhere
The sky is full of colours
Blues greens reds yellows oranges and purples
Tall ships glide, small ships float, RNLI fly
Steven the seagull soars around in the sky
Sailors dance jigs on the rigs
Crowds cheer
Goodbye tall ships.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Sky of Colours’ by Lara Norris, Age 12 Years

Whoosh, sizzle, crackle, boom,
Watch those fireworks soar and zoom,
Scarlet, amber, aqua, lime,
A sky of colours all the time.

See those tall ships hit the sea,
People are as happy as can be,
Watch those seagulls call to friends,
Watch the flags twist and bend.

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Age 9 to 12

‘At The Tall Ships Day’ By Aysha Cattran, Age 12 Years

At the warm Tallships day there are …

People swimming in the bay
seagulls flying around all day

People looking out to sea
people applauding at the view of the deep blue sea

Animals everywhere running about
all in the excitement of no doubt

Cats and Dogs run and play
whilst people are waving flags all the way

The fireworks fizz and pop
whilst children jump and flop

Sailors shouting and doing jigs
up on 30 foot rigs

The boats creak but no one shrieks

The rat scurry in a rush and hurry

Busy towns noise echoes in the shores
The rolling turquoise seas
gives people a tease

So people swim in the bay
through the Tallships day

All the time the seaside accordian
plays the a wistful tune at the end of the day.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Sleeping like a ship’ by Erin Lyall, Age 12 Years

I can see people waving flags in my face as I walk through the colorful crowd: red ones, green ones, blue ones – as far as I can see. And I can hear yells of joy and happiness. And then I see the tall ships gliding through the emerald sea. Beautiful. Elegant.

BANG, POP, WHIZZ. There goes another firework dancing in the dark blue sky, fizzing and swirling – up up they go into the cloudy night they fly. The streets are lit up with lights all shades of colours as people walk through. The tall ships are swaying as they show off there amazing colors to the people on the bay. ‘Woof woof,’ ‘Meow meow,’ the cats and dogs are singing as well, and the streets are bursting with sound. I go to sleep this night thinking of the wonderful tall ships that I have seen and I drift to sleep like one.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Zoom’ by Monty Lyall, Age 12 Years

Zoom, zoom
Be careful of the boom
It might not zoom but it has a big boom.

People, people waching from the tower,
I don’t know why but they have been wating for an hour!

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Age 13 to 16

‘A Journey’ By Lilly, Age 14 years

Fireworks flashing
Flags flapping
Sailors chatting

Horns honking
Bells ringing
Birds singing

Dogs barking
Children laughing
Everyone’s happy,
The Tall ships have come

The clock struck twelve over Falmouth town
The trees were swaying all around
There were no more boats or people around

The tall ships were gone
So there was nothing to do
And they had all gone home to eat some stew
And watch TV and play on the wii

But soon that same old place was grey
And people did start to inquire
What had happen to their oomph
The way they danced around all day

“The tall ships may have gone” they cried
“But what has happen to our pride
We can still have lots of fun
And make merry in the gorgeous sun”
Slowly everyone did cheer
And danced around
And drank some beer

So Falmouth town once old and grey
Came out of its sad misery
Let this be a lesson to us all
Once the tall ships have gone
Carry on with the fun.

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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