Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerAs the Long Boats go Past
As the long boats go past the pier,
All the people shout and cheer,
Flags are flying in the sky,
Fireworks fly very, very high,
All the sailors on the ship tall,
Teetering, holding tight ,about to fall,
ARRRRRRR!!!!!!!
By Jamie
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.
Ship’s Log Day 1
All I could hear was the roaring coming from the crowd from the quayside. My family was waving like mad and my wife was crying weakly. I was carrying a heavy box full of tasty food since I was the ship’s cook. As I walked up the ramp I plonked the box down. I was nervous with butterflies in my stomach. The sailors were undoing the thick rope twisting it round the iron pole.
I felt a big jerk. We were off and then I noticed the Mayor of Falmouth but I only saw a glimpse of him because there was so much pushing and shoving. I waved my last wave to my family and disappeared down to the kitchen. “What adventures am I going to have on this trip” I thought.
By Lilly Hird
I love the tall ships,
The excitement, the atmosphere, the noise,
is like none other.
Fireworks crackle and bang as they fly into the sky.
Startled, small animals jump into bushes and climb up trees, trying to get away from the noise.
I love the tall ships,
The smells, the fireworks and best of all, the enormous boats.
I can hear people cheering as gigantic ships whiz around.
Tired sailors jump out of their boats onto the beach.
Ahh, I love the tall ships!
The crackle of fireworks banging,
Ants getting headaches from all the noise,
Laughter from sailors who are telling each other jokes,
Licking dogs trying to beg food from the pasty shop,
Sleepy sailors in the middle of the night,
Hailing: water turning white,
lIt fires by sailors who are cold,
Proud captains by their tall ships
Scraping cats getting scared by all the noise.
My Tall Ship
The sea swirls beneath us,
Masts tower above.
On the quay people shout and cheer,
Willing for them to come closer,
Feeling everything but fear.
My friend, she stands beside me,
Clapping and cheering along.
The sailors above us,
Dance and sing their Jolly Sailor Song.
The flags and bunting sway
In the cold, fresh air
It blows my way,
Freeing my hair.
The night slowly arrives,
Bringing fireworks and bright flashes,
Everything is loud and noisy,
Flaring out like coloured sashes.
They stand there tall and proud,
As if nothing could stop them,
The sails blowing in the breeze,
Scaring away all my dreams.
The sea swirls beneath us,
Masts tower above.
On the quay people shout and cheer,
Willing for them to come closer,
Feeling everything but fear.
By Daisy Katz
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.
I was walking home from work early this evening, shattered from a long day’s work, when I heard my friend yelling my name. I went over to see what all the commotion was about and it turned out the sailors were coming home. I would finally get to see my husband! All of the loneliness and despair had left my heart immediately and instead there was love, peace and joy.
I ran down to the harbour with my friend dying to see a glimpse of him and excited to meet our loved ones. As well as everyone else we were cheering and screaming. For months they had been gone. We didn’t know if they were dead, if they were sick or even if they were perfectly well. The fact that we hadn’t got a letter saying any of that and the ships were coming in meant they were safe. Me and my friend agreed with each other we would go to see our husbands and loved ones. We would go home get our life savings, then go out and celebrate all night. We would go to a fancy restaurant, sing sea shanties at the harbour and this was the best night of our lives.