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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships and Sand Pits’ by James Manning, Age 12 Years

The light blurs out into the way of the tall ships.
The boys playing football and the girls building sand pits.
The seagulls screaming,
The crowd cheering.
Lifeboats launching,
The sun is scorching on this sunny day.
The flags are flying,
The waves go flying,
The fish are biting,
No children crying.

Where are the dogs? Where are the fireworks?
Where are all the rich people driving there mercs?
The beach is packed, the sand castles cracked on this freezing night.

One direction singing, crowds seem to be leaving.
One direction sacked,
oh look, crowds are back!

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships Regatta’ by Tom Canning, Age 12 Years

Tall ships regatta,
fireworks popping, bright and cracking,
bunting, colourful and lively,
blowing in the wind,
people cheering and waving,
stevie the dog has lost his owner,
the owner has lost stevie,
the smacks and the pops of the fireworks,
are scaring poor little stevie,
the tall ships are coming,
with their lights beaming bright,
illuminating the ocean,
they are looking bigger,
and bigger again as they approach,
creating a carnival of colour,
an absolute spectacle.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Where’s Kirsty?’ by Hannah Pratt and Georgia Webster, Age 12 Years

Sean: Hey, Jenna, I think I just saw Kirsty disappear onto that ship. I thought she agreed to stay?

Jenna: She did agree.

Sean: So why was she getting on that ship?

Jenna: (shouting) SHE WASN’T, STUPID!!!

Sean: Come on! We have to stop her. It was her! Trust me.

Jenna: Fine. I guess those people can go without their paper for one day!

(Jenna and Sean rush down towards the harbour and get on the ship.)

Jenna: Sean! You said she would be here.

Sean: I thought she was here!

Jenna: Well then where is she?!

(The ship jolts forward, knocking Jenna and Sean over. Kirsty also falls over but is hiding behind a barrel.)

Kirsty: (unseen from behind a barrel) OW!

Sean: Hey, Kirsty! Told you Jenna!

(Footsteps are heard coming down the stairs.)

Kirsty: Quick, we have to hide!

(A large, unshaven man walks into the room. He is talking on his mobile phone)

Kirsty: (whispering) Shhh! He hasn’t seen us yet!

Man: Ok. Wait a second. (he hangs up, and takes a beer from the fridge.)

Sean: (whispering) What’s he doing?

Jena: (whispering) I dunno.

(The man blows his nose, looks around the room and then leaves.)

Kirsty: That was close, but let’s stay hidden.

Sean: Yeah, a bit too close for my liking!

Jenna: It wasn’t that bad, we didn’t get caught.

Sean: No, I was talking about you Jenna!

Jenna: What about me!

Sean: You were WAY too close for comfort.

Jenna: Umm …….. No I wasn’t!

Kirsty: SOOO! (obviously trying to change the subject.) How are we supposed to get off this ship? You guys weren’t meant to come too.

Sean: Well what were we supposed to do? Stand on the harbour waving goodbye!?

Jenna: We did consider that.

(Two men walk down the stairs obviously arguing.)

Man 1: She’s not down here, you’re hearing things again.

Man 2: (Kirsty’s dad) But I thought I heard Kirsty’s voice.

Man 1: Mike! You chose to leave them, so you need to get over it.

Man 2: Leaving them was the worst mistake I ever made.

(Kirsty and her friends exchange confused looks. Kirsty gets up from the barrel she was hiding behind.)

Kirsty: Dad?

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Age 9 to 12

‘Falmouth Tall Ships’ by Archie Killen, Age 12 Years

Brightly coloured, the tall ships slowly
drift into the port of falmouth, adding
to the atmosphere of children laughing,
people cheering, the brass band playing.

As dusk turns to dark the clock strikes 12!
Suddenly a carnival of colour exploding,
into the night sky,transforming and bringing
everything to life. A village celebrating.

The sails of the majestic tall ships
bellow through the light breeze going into the quay.
With lots of people hanging
off the silky big sails. Everyone is cheering!

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Age 9 to 12

‘Alanna’ by Danni Woodnutt, Age 12 Years

Alanna, the daughter of the eccentric millionaire Ferrars, stepped onto the deck of the ship Jentje, and looked about her in wonder. She was in Falmouth, at the Tall Ships Regatta. The masts and rigging loomed above and around her, and the water rippled and shivered. Typically, it was raining. The drops spattered the sea, and filled the bilge tanks on board. Two strong men manned the bilge pump on each ship. The rigging was furled in waterproof bags.

But Alanna was there not for the boats, but for the people. Two days previously, she had received an anonymous letter to say that she would not be disappointed if she met the writer there, on Jentje.

Suddenly, a hand clamped itself over her mouth. She tried to scream, but the hand wouldn’t let her. She felt a stunning, glancing blow to the back of her head, and everything went black.

When Alanna woke, she was in darkness. It was hard to tell whether her eyes were open or closed. She tried to rub her eyes, but was caught with a jerk. Her hands were bound together and tied to her waist, and her feet were tied together. She was pinned halfway up a wall. In other words, she was trussed up like a chicken. She wriggled and struggled, but to no avail. As she felt the dark shroud of despair settle over her, she began to weep soundlessly, like a little lost child, wishing for a hand to hold.

For what seemed like forever, she waited in the dark. Suddenly, a door opened. Rough, strong hands tugged her from the wall, and dumped her on a pile of sacks. She saw the hand threading a rope through the tops of a row of full sacks. Suddenly aware of what was to happen, she squirmed and twisted, but it was no use. The man put a heavy blindfold over her eyes, a coarse gag in her mouth, and tied the sacks firmly over her her roped body.

“There now, m’pretty,” rasped the man. “We wouldn’t want you rolling around and getting hurt, would we? There’s a storm a’comin’.”

For an age, Alanna lay there, roped to the boards. She felt the boat pitch and roll with every wave. A sudden shudder ran through the boat. Alanna felt water lapping around her. She called out in alarm, but the gag muffled the noise. She felt the waves cover her mouth and nose. But Alanna felt strangely peaceful. As she felt Death lift her from her body, she breathed out all her faults, impurities and fears, and her last feeling was that of joy.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Birds Eye Thought’ by Frances Fraser, Age 12 Years

The crowd fills the Harbour
As more people enter the street,
Children dance and adults sing
Running to get a rocky seat.

The emerald sea is full
Crammed to the very last pool.
The ships run high tall and strong,
Their bunting blowing when the wind runs cool.

As the houses empty and
The atmosphere runs wild.
Fireworks bang, crackle and whizz
Like an over excited child!

The sails of the ships
Hang low and full of air.
The masts sway and groan
Like an angry dragon’s lair…

Sausages, onions, burgers galore,
Dancers wiggling their well-dressed hips.
But what catches my beady bird’s eye
Are the bright, flag-filled fast tall ships.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Jolly Jack The Sailor’ by Megan Taylor, Age 12 Years

Jack could see them now, the billowing sails of the Tall ships. So close

he could almost reach out and touch them. They were almost within

arm’s reach, and suddenly they were gone and Jack was falling into

the inky blackness of the sea, into the depths of Neptune’s Kingdom.

Jack woke from his deep sleep, and remembering his dream, shook

his rag-doll head and with a bounce jumped up onto the window sill

of the playroom. There he looked out and saw the proud and elegant

tall masts of the tall ships that shone bright in the morning sunlight.

The Tall Ships race had almost begun.

Jack was no ordinary little girls rag-doll, although he did belong

to Emily and she loved him, he was a brave and skillful sailor and

he could match his craft against any Tall ship. Jumping down from

the window and dancing a sailors jig across the floor, he imagined

himself to be out in the salty sea air to find himself a boat and crew.

“Oi hoy”, shouted Jack as he climbed into the wooden Golden

Enterprise, with its torn cotton sails and broken mast. “Who will be

my shipmates and take on the tall ships?” he shouted.

His craft was the fastest boat in the rock pools. She was a lovely fast

ship, a bit bumped and chipped around the edges, but sleek and

quick, in fact just the right size for a toy sailor and his motley crew of

Samuel the mouse, Oliver the frog and Bungleton the Gnome. With

his crew assembled, they dragged the Golden Enterprise onto the

window sill where they could see the Tall ships race they were about

to enter. All of these toys had sailed the seven seas and rock pools

with Jack many times before, but the only thing that mattered to

Jack today was the Tall Ships regatta.

“Are you ready lads?” cried Jack. And with that he scuttled across the

planks and took hold of the tiller.

Soon they were skimming and slicing through the waves. Sam on

the Mast spotted a seagull flying low towards them. Quickly they

signaled to him and he landed on the window sill with a solid crash.

“How far to the start line, you fat sea bird?”

“Squark…It’s already begun and by my reckoning you are in the lead.”

he said with a grin. “So you best be quick! Good luck!” He replied and

with that he flew away.

Quickly the crew got her racing, slicing through the waves and

pitching and rolling with every white crashing wave. The small

wooden boat rocked up and down, almost falling off the window

sill, but with great skill Jack brought her back on track and they were

winning again. Oliver the frog ribbeted with excitement because he

had spotted the bright orange buoy which marked the finish line.

Suddenly, as if she was a ghost ship, the Mary Ann tall ship with 16

white sails was quickly upon the little boat and making good speed.

“All hands on deck!” Called Jack as The Golden Enterprise caught the

wind. Usually she was fast but that day she went so fast she was just

a blur of colour to people passing by…

“Only a little further!” yelled Bungleton, as the crew started to row

with lolly pop sticks for extra speed, and with a shout of joy they

crossed the finish line in first place. “Ha ha!” cried Jack “We are

the fastest boat that ever sailed in these waters.” And with that

the playroom door slowly opened. The toys became toys and Sam

scuttled off to his hole in the skirting board, and Emily looked out

at the beautiful Tall ships, and wondered if one day she would ride

these great boats with her friend, Jack.

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Sound of the Parade’ by Rowan Wilson, Age 12 Years

As the tall ships come sailing by
‘Hooray! Hooray!’ the people cry
As they surf on the ocean blue
The children shout ‘Wahoo! Wahoo!’

When the fireworks let off a spark
All the dogs jump up and bark
The lifeboats shine their lights to the sky
It makes the little babies cry

As the parade comes to a close
On everyone’s faces the sadness shows
As the crowd begins to clear
Only silence you can hear.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships’ by Emma Greenshields, Age 12 Years

Tall ships are gliding over the choppy waves
All ships are brightly coloured and smothered in flags
Lots of people are shouting and cheering
Lots of birds fly in circles above the commotion below
Skies flash with fireworks
Houses lie empty while everyone celebrates
In the sea the seaweed floats, bobbing in time with the waves
People stand on the masts waving and cheering
Some people are swimming in the sea despite the cold.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Church Bells’ by George Birkett, Age 12 Years

Looking out of my window, as I cuddle Bow,
Her fur soft and silky, her purr deep and low.
A rainbow of colours, jumping in the sky,
Red, blue and yellow: it makes me want to cry.
Whizz! Pop! Bang!
The choir of fireworks sing.
Twirl! Whizzle! Crackle!
The church bells ring.