Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerPower is flowing through to every tip of the boat,
Its streamlined shape swiftly surging through the waves.
Salt spray whips onto the cotton cloud sails that are ruffled by the wind singing secret songs.
A wonderful blazing blur of colours rise high above the tallest mast.
The flags flying high in their colourful magnificence of spots and stripes.
Stars explode into shimmering sparks that shower to the earth.
The tall ships have come!
The Tall Ships
The sea was gleaming at me,
As I swam past the reflections of fireworks,
Everyone was blissfully happy.
I found it peaceful swimming among the long lost boats.
The wonderful smell of fish and chips!
I saw a majestic boat towering above me.
I jumped as a bit of seaweed got caught up on my foot!
I saw the steps to get out; I lifted my feet up to get out.
“Goodbye Tall Ships”
By Lucy Mitten
The Tall Ships
Dashing along the clear water,
The white horses galloping,
Not parting from the boat for a split second.
Spraying silver waves splashing endlessly.
The distant horizon beckoning them forward,
The vibrant colours glowing brightly,
When will this magical and wonderful journey end?
Evelyn Robertson
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
The Tall Ships
The ships are flying through the harbour,
Happy crowds cheering with laughter,
Children playing and dancing around,
Lifeboats, speed boats, none left out
Seagulls flying collecting their tea
Everyone is there, everyone but me.
By Sascha Vosper-Blampied
Tall Ships
People, dancing, jumping, skipping,
Whales, seals, people racing,
Flags, boats, gunshots going,
Support boats sailing in slowly,
Lights, whistles, whoops and laughing,
Last of all the big bang goes and fireworks fly!
By Charlotte Drew
Tall ships
The tall ships are back again for the regatta
Amazing views for land or seas
Let the parades begin
Learn to love the sea
Sails that help you win
Hip hip hooray for Falmouth Bay
It has been an excellent week
People enter competitions to do with the race
Sun shine and perfect winds lead to Falmouth harbour
Roisin O’Halloran
Crashing through the waves,
When the wind is howling, Drifting along on the calm blue sea,
When the sun shines brightly.
Fish leaping out of the cold salty water,
The chill of the breeze in my face,
I can smell the salt tingling in my nose, The shivers down my spine are cold.
Heave and haul the ropes,
Sweep the decks, Never stop,
My last look at land.
Falmouth is disappearing, Pendennis is shrinking, Land has nearly gone,
Goodbye Cornwall.
By Reilly McCormick