TALL SHIPS 2014
I woke up on the 25th May,
To see the tall ships arriving in the bay,
Lifeboats at the front and divers taking a dip,
But there, at the back, sailed the tall ships.
Some near the front, some near the back,
The scene was colourful, pigeons were the only things black.
There were beautiful fireworks and people dancing’,
There was shaking of hands and people prancing.
People were looking down from the deck,
At the tremendous Falmouth shipwreck.
There was more than one, more than ten,
Even more than one-hundred women and men,
Lining up, at the docks, to see the enormous pigeon flock.
A few hours later, when the party was over, there was no sound, not a rustle of clover.
But all was not silent; there was one thing to be heard,
It sounded like a bird.
Late at night, when everyone was in bed, two seagulls flew overhead.
By Sean Raistrick