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Age 9 to 12

‘My Poem’ by Alex K Aged 10

It’s a colourful street in Falmouth.
People are celebrating, tall ships
are coming to town.
The cornish flag that will represent
our new hometown.
White and black is our
colour, of our beauty.
A hive of activity rushing
through Falmouth hitting houses
People like shocks of power.
Laughter and joy
filled the air
This is Falmouth at its greatest.

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Age 9 to 12

‘My Poem’ by Abigail C Aged 10

Lifeboats whizz past my face
As a breeze of fresh air
Its like a busy road on water
Waiting to reveal the tall ships
Gently they touch my face as they
Sail by like swans.
The small ships gracefully float as their bunting
Flaps when the fireworks light up the ocean.
Its like a dream, waiting to be discovered.

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Age 9 to 12

‘My Poem’ by William P Aged 10

Flags flapping
Fireworks booming
Colours own the night
Black and blue no longer
Noticeable for the fireworks
Lit with light.

Fireworks fraying and
Swirling in the night sky
Fragrant fumes make the
Crowd go wild!

People cheering
Colours spearing
Through the night sky
Blue, green, yellow and
Purple colours of the night
Shine so very bright

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Age 9 to 12

‘Sitting on the Rooftops’ by Leah Aged 10

Sitting on the roof all day, hanging out with my buddy.

We are all watching the ships go by, everybody celebrates.

Tall Ships, small ships everybody loves them.

Families coming to join in with the celebrations,

Everybody loves to party,

Shoes on.

Sitting on the roof still hanging out with my buddy

We love watching the ships go by

Its so fun and relaxing

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Age 9 to 12

‘My Home’ by Amy W Aged !0

People cheering, flags flapping
This is the place to be.

The sea’s breeze hits my face
making me smile.

Dogs barking and seagulls squawking
Constantly around the town,
Families coming together
Making me excited

Blue, yellow and green colours shoot up into the air,
People started cheering throughout the night.

Tall Ships, Small Ships, we love them.

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Age 9 to 12

‘My Poem’ by My Molly Aged 11

The velvet curtain of midnight-
Blue sky, embedded with glittering diamonds
Shining in the faint orange glow of the street lights,
Is slowly drawn across the brightly-coloured sunset.
Eruptions of colour splatter my amazing view with ear-bursting fireworks.
They shoot into the air,
Exploding into little volcanoes brimming with sparkling jewels,
Before spilling with multi-coloured lava
That floats slowly to the ground.
I see people gathered in the streets
Buzzing with the excitement of the arrival of the tall ships,
Gasping with awe
As fountains of colour
Paint the sky
With happiness
And the promise
Of more to come.

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Age 9 to 12

‘My Poem’ by Holly Aged 11

Outbursts of colour
Invade the velvet curtain of the sky,
Happiness, happiness, happiness,
The Tall Ships are here!
Laughter fills the air,
BANG, GASP, LAUGHTER, BANG
Goes the fireworks,
GASP goes the crowd,
LAUGHTER spreads across Falmouth.
Long masts coming closer, closer, closer,
The Tall Ships are here!
I stare at the glowing moon
In the shadowed cloak of the sky,
The fireworks are coming to an end.
The last firework shoots up into the starlit sky,
Climbing up,
Trying to touch the moon,
Knowing that its life coming to an end,
BANG,
It explodes all over the treasures of the sky,
Floating down to earth and into the calm sea,
SIZZLE,
Its life ends here,
The Tall Ships come into the harbour
And everyone goes home to rest
Not knowing about the last fireworks life…

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Age 9 to 12

‘My Story’ by Faith Aged 11

Dancing sparks of fire bursting into beautiful colours splatter over the purple night sky, transforming it into a huge canvas of colour. I can feel the glimmering fireworks reflecting off my eyes. The great, shining sky and moon above have turned into a dangling stopwatch, hypnotising everyone looking up to the above. I nibble a corner of my delicate pasty to reveal an explosion of taste. It’s almost as if the great exploding volcanoes are inside my mouth.
The vast tall ships tower over the town, blocking the view of the creamy blue ocean. Their sails billow out towards me. They are alive, celebrating along with the noisy, excited crowd. This is a memory I’ll never forget. After a while the fireworks die down and the crowd melts away. I stand alone. I take one last glance at the tall ships. Why should I leave? I had no choice. I dragged my feet through the freshly painted town. If only I could travel back in time..