White sails as white as snow.
Sailors dancing and prancing round and round.
Fireworks flashing and crashing in the air.
Birds going higher so they don’t catch on fire.
There stands tall ships as tall as the sky.
Then they all start to wave good bye.
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Tall Ships Galore!!
The huge tall ships are sailing out to sea,
The huge tall ships are taller than Mr Lea,
The huge tall ships have huge sails
The huge tall ships are bigger than giant whales,
The huge tall ships have people standing on the masts,
The huge tall ships have people wearing masks,
The huge tall ships have colourful flags,
The huge tall ships have flags made out of bags
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Jasmin Age 9
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‘Tall Ships’ by Miriam C, age 11
Tall Ships sailing in
Softly like a bird
Sails as smooth as silk
Terrific Tall Ships in the bay
Silky sails in the breeze
Amazing people in the street
Lots of treats
Lovely games
Sunny weather
Hear the crowd cheering
Incredible ice cream
Pasties, fish and chips
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On a Tall Ship by Amy K Aged 8
I am on a tall ship.
A beautiful, sparkling tall ship.
I am sailing through the dazzling, blue ocean.
My sails are taking me as fast as the wind will take me.
I am on a tall ship
A beautiful, sparkling tall ship.
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Tall Ships Acrostic by Gracie Aged 6
Time to set sail
All tall ships sail to Cornwall
Lots of jobs to do
Long walks to the other side of the ship
Sails up, sails down, set sail
Hard work to do
In the ship they have no fun
Party in the evening
Shining ships sailing from Cornwall
Once upon a time there was a cat called Sylvester. Sylvester was very cheeky sometimes, especially in this story. Sylvester had a sensible owner, which is just the opposite of him. Sylvester’s owner was called Chloe. Chloe had long, dark hair and clear blue eyes. Sylvester was black-and-white, with grass green eyes. One day, just before the fireworks went off and the tall ships came in, the streets were loaded with people busying around to get a good view of the sea and sky.
Sylvester and Chloe were playing hide-and-seek, which as you can probably imagine, it was very, very, very easy to find a place to hide that no-one could find you in a million years.
Sylvester was quite good at hiding. He decided to hide at the top of one of the colourful palm trees, but even he couldn’t see the seagull eyeing him curiously from overhead. He scrambled up the rough-barked palm tree and sneakily hid between two of the fresh green leaves.
Meanwhile, Chloe had just finished counting and had started looking for Sylvester. She certainly didn’t know where to look! She searched everywhere, well, everywhere except at the top of a palm tree!
After a while, Sylvester began to feel impatient. “Come on,” he thought, “even I could find a speck of dust up in this place! I didn’t mean to make it this hard!”
Suddenly, he spotted the seagull swooping down to him! He tried to cry out for help, but all that came out was a tiny “Mew!” despite his desperate efforts. Before you could say ‘Tiddlywinks’ the seagull had him up on the highest pole of a tall ship in a trice. Sylvester was trapped!
Chloe, at that time, had given up. ”OK, Sylvester, you win!” the frightened girl kept on shouting anxiously. She began to feel slightly worried after a while. What if Sylvester was lost? What would she do then?!?!?
Sylvester was beginning to feel scared. He could hear Chloe’s yelling, but was too worried to reply.
Suddenly, somebody in the crowd cried out, ‘Hey, what’s that black-and white thing on top of that tall ship over there? Is it a seagull?’
Chloe and all the other people turned to look. Sylvester smiled, grateful that they had finally noticed him.
This was Chloe’s only chance to find Sylvester. “No! THAT’s not a SEAGULL!!!” She yelled out in delight. “That’s my Sylvester!” Before anyone could stop her, she dived in the freezing ice-cold sea, in only her polka-dotted buttoned dress and leggings. Past the seals she went, crying tears of joy. Soggy-wet, she scrambled on board the tall ship which Sylvester was on. Ignoring the sailor’s warnings completely, she carelessly started to stagger herself up the riggings of the high mast. “Don’t look down,” she told herself, “Do anything but don’t look down!” She was nearly half-way now, on the third/fourth sail out of the 7 there were. “Nearly there!” She thought, “Not far to go now!”
Before you could blink, she was up at the top of the tall ship, cradling a black and white meowing ball of fur in her arms. “Now, to get down.” She stood deep in thought for a minute or two, one arm on the pole and the other rocking Sylvester gently.
She carefully let her arm go, watching the sails as she fell, hoping to grab on to one of the lowest banners so she could lower herself into the sea without making a big splash. She grabbed hold of the last banner with a tight grip so she wouldn’t slip and fall, and carefully lowered herself onto the ship’s deck. One of the sailors kindly picked up his phone and rang a lifeboat to take Sylvester and Chloe to shore, so Sylvester didn’t have to get wet.
Off to shore they went, the wind flapping in Chloe’s hair and Sylvester’s fur. Everybody cheered. “SYL-VE-STER!” they shouted, “CHLO-E!” the yelling was deafening. People even had made bright, colourful, home-made banners with their names on them, in order for a giant celebration
When they got to shore, Chloe thanked the man whom was at the wheel and said her farewells. Tired after all the exciting events that day, Sylvester wearily settled down on a comfy red-brick wall to watch the fireworks, while Chloe pointed out where they had been – on which exact tall ship – to a journalist with a telescope.
The wonderful tall ships are sailing into Falmouth,
All the people are extremely excited,
Little amazing canoes are really fun,
Lights flash flash,
Ships’ sails flap flap,
Horns honk honk,
Ice cream yum yum,
People chat chat,
Sails flap flap.
All I can see is darkness. I think I’m in a box. Suddenly the box shakes and I can hear people around me shouting, then a sharp object comes through the roof of the box and slits through the tape running down the flaps of the box to keep it shut. Four fingers come the top of the box and lifts open the flaps and holds me in his big warm hands.
Suddenly somebody shoves me in the the ground and walks away.
A couple of hours past and now its dark some people with bright green jackets behind me and lights my tail “ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss” my tail is about to send me up up, up into the shiny sky.
“3,2,1” the men shout. Suddenly I shoot up into the night sky like a rocket past the sails of the boats. Instantly I straighten out and go up. I can see all the people cheering and clapping, watching me! I can smell the grey smoke following me. I can taste whizzing next to me. I can hear the waves lapping on the sea.
Suddenly I explode into a million pieces across the night sky. Red, blue and green…All the fractures run down into the crowd.
For this afternoon I am stuck in a big, dark and gloomy box. I smell the disgusting fish guts outside of the box. Later on the van door opens and I get chucked inside with the other fireworks.
Then we take a journey to Falmouth and I say to the driver…
“Hey what are we doing in Falmouth?”
There was no response. About a minute after there was still no response the van door opened and they took me out of the box and wheeled me to the quay. Then they put me on a stand with about 100 more fireworks and they attached a piece of rope on fire.
“Woah what are you doing?” I said but it was too late…
Suddenly, as soon as I knew it I was running through the air like a cheetah. I could see the tall ships sails’ flapping in the wind from side to side. Then I saw a few seals swimming around in the crystal blue sea.
I came down as a dusty thing and could hardly see anything, then a few seconds later I was dead.