Category: Age 9 to 12

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Age 9 to 12

‘A star to steer her by’ by Jessie Laughton, Age11Years

With a bag slung over my shoulder
And the night sky sooty and smouldered
I wade out to my sailing-singer,
Wave-whipper, fortune-bringer
And by the light of the lonely sky
A star to steer her by.

Once aboard, I stare up
Into the world of the sails above
Into the acres of the shaking white
Into the world of the high flight
And by the light of the lonely sky
A star to steer her by.

Like a spotlight it showers the boat
Shimmering in the night, all afloat
It’s a wonder to watch, no seagulls’ caw
And the waves gently lapping at the shore
And by the light of the lonely sky
A star to steer her by.

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Age 9 to 12

‘There was once a rat called Birty’ by Maddison, Age 9 Years

There was once a rat called Birty

There was once a rat called Birty, he was lonely, cold and hurt. Birty lives in Falmouth by the Methodist Church. He likes his home by the church, except he doesn’t like being stood on by nasty children and adults. Birty had had enough of being stood on for nine years, he suddenly realised tomorrow was Carnival day in Falmouth, when all the tall ships come in and race.

He sighed “Oh no! I am going to be squashed rat tomorrow aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”

Birty quickly scuttled down the lane, to his shack (home), that can only fit 4 rats in there, but it was just right for him. Birty was tired, so he decided to snuggle down into his sardine tin (bed) and he fell fast asleep in no time.

“BANG! BANG! BANG!” went the big loud drum. Birty suddenly woke.

“Oh no! The day I dread is here, squashed rat me aaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!!” He started running around like a headless chicken.

He slowly crept outside, it was blank, he was confused, he went round a sharp corner and crashed into this beautiful, graceful, young, pretty and colourful rat girl, about the same age as Birty. His eyes went blurry and then fluttered.

“Are you ok?” she asked politely.

“Ye….ye….ye…yep….ye…ur…ur…ur…ur..p,”

There right in front of his eyes was his dream lady.
“I will take you up to see the competition from my house; it’s a lovely view now.”

“O….o……k..”
So she took Birty up to her house, there was a disco ball, and a multi coloured floor.
“Wow, nice house, cools!”

She took him over to the veranda.
“I see what you mean by the view now!”

There was lights everywhere, flashing fireworks covered the sky, children playing, mums singing, dads dancing and dogs and cats covering there large ears. They both synchronised and said,
“This is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life.”
Then Birty looked down, there were ladies and men dancing around, they looked quiet silly but it was so funny! If you looked around there were kids having lots of fun, dogs and cats attempting to dance and jolly sailors singing as they climbed up the tall sails.

Then Birty politely asked the girl rat
“What is your name?”

“Anne,” she replied

“Do you know you’re beautiful, Anne?”
She looked around

“Who me, no!”

“Well you are and I am going to describe you:
You are young and pretty,
Well the prettiest thing I have ever seen,
Your long blonde hair caught my eye,
So did your big, long, red coat,
You’re beautiful and you didn’t know!”

“Thanks! Do you want to come and join the friends disco?”

“Yeh! Course”

“Come on then.”

So Anne and Birty went down the lane and went up a drain pipe. There was a disco ball flashing brightly, a very bright dance floor and a fat plump mouse was sitting there with his huge headphones on.

“Wow cool, can I come here every night, this is epic!”

And from that day on they never got squashed again.

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Age 9 to 12

‘I love the sea’ by Madison, Age 9 Years

I love the sea

I love the sea
filled with a thousand racing ships,
Eager to set sail.

I must go down to the sea,
To see the hungry seagulls,
And their shiny fish.

Fishermen dancing the fish in,
And crazy men singing
Ladies blushing,
And children laughing.

Then at the stroke of midnight: the fireworks glow,
And everybody parties
Before jumping into the sea!

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Race of Tall Ships’ by Reuben, Age 9 Years

One day there was a race of tall ships,
Many people gathered and ate fish and chips.
Fireworks were in the sky,
One was in the shape of a pie.
The race started with a boom,
Sailors rushed onto deck.
Twenty minutes and two ships had sunk,
Everyone cheered even a tramp.
Halfway,
And it was as cold as an artic bay.
It was won
By the racing sun.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall ships Regatta’ by Sam P, Age 9 Years

Tall ships regatta

The fireworks went wiz! Pop! Bang!
And the people went Wow! Woo! What?
And the wind blew and the tall ships nudged the clouds.
But after the race they all went very, very quiet.
When the tall ships sailed they took the wind and sails and the clouds moved.
People cheered and wowed and wooed
As the tall ships sailed into the blue.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships’ by Joseph H, Age 9 Years

Tall ships

I can see a rainbow with bright colours in it,
I can see the tall ships floating in the ocean.
I can see the men working on the other ships,
I can see the calm ripples of the water.
I can see the white sails of the tall ships,
I can smell the breeze of the fresh air.
I can smell the workers sweat,
I can smell cakes at the bottom of the boat.
I can smell salt of the sea,
I can hear the eagle’s squeaking in the air.
I can hear the workers laughing,
I can hear the splashing of the water.
I can hear the lightening from the sky.

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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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‘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.