Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerTall Ships Galore!!
The huge tall ships are sailing out to sea,
The huge tall ships are taller than Mr Lea,
The huge tall ships have huge sails
The huge tall ships are bigger than giant whales,
The huge tall ships have people standing on the masts,
The huge tall ships have people wearing masks,
The huge tall ships have colourful flags,
The huge tall ships have flags made out of bags
By
Jasmin Age 9
Tall Ship Regatta
Celebration time in Falmouth,
Excited people all around town,
Listen carefully to the soft music,
Elated people dancing in their clogs,
Bright colours bursting though the town,
Regatta for everyone, come on join in,
A celebration not too forget,
Tonight it’s time to party,
Illuminating the sea side town fireworks fly,
On the pier there are people dancing,
Never forget this celebration.
By Neve
A Beautiful Night
The crackling fireworks giving off a bright light,
The calm glistening sea beaming in the night,
Gigantic tall ships getting ready to set sail,
People dancing and cheering while drinking ale,
Flags calmly waving side to side,
A peaceful, millpond this high tide,
It’s such a beautiful sight,
What an amazing night!
By Hannah
The Regatta
The fireworks boom and light up the sky,
You can hear the drunken sailors singing a shanty,
The wooden pier is full of dancing people,
The man playing the accordion beside John Dyer’s shop,
As all the bands stop the people start walking home,
All the cups and cans left on the road and the pavement,
For tomorrow’s rubbish collection.
By Samson
Bright Light, Night Fright!
Jack is a man who is 25 years old and likes partying all night. He loves wearing jeans and a short sleeved t-shirt. Jack went to the regatta, down at Falmouth, Cornwall; it was his first ever time going to the regatta and he went down with his dog, called Bolt. They were best buddies. Jack also took his bike to the regatta.
While he was riding his bike he lost Bolt in the dark scary night and he could not find Bolt anywhere. Jack looked for ever and ever.
Jack looked on every single boat and every building in the city in which there were a lot of buildings.
Jack was getting really worried about Bolt, Jack was feeling extremely scared now, he had looked everywhere in the city and there was nowhere else to look in Falmouth.
Two hours later Jack found Bolt behind a hedge out of the city. Jack was the happiest person in the whole festival at 2:55am.
After Jack found Bolt they made their way straight home. Thirty minutes later Jack got home with Bolt and they went straight to sleep.
By Adam
Bright Light Long Night
Fire burning in the bright lights.
I am cheering for the boats to start the race.
Red and white lights.
Excited people dancing and prancing on the boats in the harbour
We are all waiting for the race to begin at 12 o’clock,
Oh my, oh my, what a wonderful sight of the night sky,
Roaring of the wind, pushing the big white sails,
Kids playing all night long in the starry night sky.
By Aaron
A Party at the Tall Ships Regatta.
As the clock struck 10 the magical fireworks lit up the dull night sky,
The people danced around the glowing streets celebrating and partying all night long,
The boats set sail with the party on board and with seamen expertly hanging from the sails,
The water was as still as a millpond and the white horses galloped in the water as the water shone in the glistening moonlight,
As the clock struck 12 the party stopped partying, the sailors stopped their loud singing and the boats docked into shore.
By Nyssa
The Tall Ships
The crashing fireworks burst through the sky like a thousand rockets,
The dancing people groove through the streets,
All of the children’s wide smiles are as bright as all the stars in the dark night sky,
Vibrant colours illuminating the town,
Singing, laughing, dancing, shouting,
The colourful seaside town,
The crystal, deep, blue sea,
The jolly drunken sailors singing shanties as the night goes on,
Hooray, hooray the villagers shout,
This is the best night with no doubt.
By Emily
Tom’s Treasure
The past is brought to the future; where even dogs and cats sing in harmony; where the lighthouse is a small light; this is a Cornish sea-side celebration. You would not get such a big crowd in the football world cup final in Brazil! Even the local chippy staff were dancing to the squeeze-box. The impetuous drunken sailors were dangling effortlessly on the sturdy masts. They sang shanties and traditional songs.
Amongst all the hustle and bustle a small boy cycled hastily with many a “Sorry!” and, ”Excuse me” as he peddled through the bustling and disorganised crowd. He was smashing vases, shattering plant pots. Everywhere his unintentional rampage went, it left a trail of “Watch where you`re going!” and “You fool!” The cause of the slight problem was that the boy (Tom) had lost his cat, or almost had. Tom peddled harder, keeping a fixed eye on Fluffy`s back legs.
Then, to Tom`s agonizing disappointment, the cat darted into a pub. ‘The Dead Pirate’ is what Tom read on the pub sign. A fiercesome skull and cross bones towered menacingly on the creaking door. Tom imagined lightning striking in front of it. I say imagined because it was actually fine weather. He had got into trouble in there before. Tom gulped and ventured in. The sound of drunken laughter filled Tom`s quaking ears. He crouched down among the forest of legs, searching desperately for a glimpse of Fluffy. Eventually, he gave up and and cowered into a dark corner, where no one could be bothered by him. But he could not help over hearing an interesting conversation. “Did you bring the money?” asked a gruff but muffled voice. “Of course.” replied a scared other. It sounded as if the first voice was a master of the second.
“It is in the b-boat m-master, the b-biggest one m-master.” Tom needed no further explanation. Fluffy was banished from his mind. He rushed from the inn and gathered some bags to collect the money. What Tom deduced was that the gruff- voiced man was smuggling stolen gold from some rich country!
By Alex
A soft blue blanket hung limblessly over the star strewn sky. The moon staring down on Falmouth, winking occasionally to the scattered people way down below. The brightly blue sky and sea reflect the smiling moon’s face. Boats litter the tranquil sea as the lingering people wait upon the boats. The squawking seagulls scan the grounds for a late night snack. People dawdling through the coloured town. The bright colours burst to life. Sweet smells of freshly baked pasties coming from Rowes’ as people walk past the shop. Dogs barking excitedly, waiting for something to happen.
Suddenly the Tall Ships swarm into the sheltering harbour, a loud cheer comes from the crowd, dogs barking enthralled as the ships come closer. The intense colours of bunting hung across the ships as they stood tall over Falmouth. Startlingly, the fireworks erupted with colour and noise. It flared up the night sky. It was soon over though. Many people stayed a while after, others went home for an early night. Laughter and chatter filled the streets once more. The subject stayed long after the Tall Ships had arrived.
A soft blanket hung limblessly over the star strewn sky.