Tag: Falmouth

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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

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Maxwell Endean, Age 10 Years

For this afternoon I am stuck in a big, dark and gloomy box. I smell the disgusting fish guts outside of the box. Later on the van door opens and I get chucked inside with the other fireworks.
Then we take a journey to Falmouth and I say to the driver…
“Hey what are we doing in Falmouth?”
There was no response. About a minute after there was still no response the van door opened and they took me out of the box and wheeled me to the quay. Then they put me on a stand with about 100 more fireworks and they attached a piece of rope on fire.
“Woah what are you doing?” I said but it was too late…
Suddenly, as soon as I knew it I was running through the air like a cheetah. I could see the tall ships sails’ flapping in the wind from side to side. Then I saw a few seals swimming around in the crystal blue sea.
I came down as a dusty thing and could hardly see anything, then a few seconds later I was dead.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Jeana Stephens, Age 10 Years

Darkness was following me in my small, brown, wooden box. It was as small as a baby and I could barely fit in. I was quiet and lonely there, alone, unattended meanwhile my friends were in the huge box next to me. A smell quickly passes through my nose and I believe it to be bread and perfume like in a supermarket.
Suddenly I heard a man talking next to me and carrying me out in to the cold air. A small light captured my eyes as an engine started from underneath me. We moved ever so slightly until I heard a gigantic crowd screaming “Tall Ships are coming to Falmouth, our town!” The screaming started to grow stronger than before as I was lifted away by big, bony hands (I thought I recognised them from earlier) walking towards me, more screaming more cheering, more screaming and more shouting!!
Carefully I was lifted out to a bright red stand that was just to my fitting. The sky was now pitch black like the birds flying around with a hint of orange swimming down the side of the hill carrying daylight with it, and darkness taking its place.
Rising, I was up in the sky looking down at the crystal, blue sea with a silky seal poking its head out. The moor’s vibrant colours were beaming out through my eyes with an orange boat that had always been peeping through the corner of my eyes ever since I left the supermarket smelling of bread and perfume.
BOOM! BANG! CRASH! I could still see the same things I had noticed before, but this time less clear as I found out how much I was sparkling. A few minutes later, the sea was now coming closer as I fell into little pieces just swishing side to side, as alone as I was this morning…
My journey was done, as my colours faded I was left alone again waiting for my next chance to shine above all… Maybe I will fly again…?

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Tall Ships Festival’ by May Keeble, Age 9 Years

THE TALL SHIPS FESTIVAL

The fireworks sizzle and crackle,
They swirl and curl,
High in the sky they amazingly astonish the gasping crowd below.

Some ships sail along the briny sea,
Whilst the buildings are on the dry,
Palm trees are waving above your heads shouting in praise.

The church bells chime and dong,
The fireworks go high above your heads exploding,
The moon glistens and shines bright against the darkness of the night.

The church bells chime and dong,
They go through time with you.

And it all makes you feel …HAPPY!!!

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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

‘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

‘The Tall Ships come to Falmouth’ by Tamsyn Stacey, Age 10 Years

Tall ships come to Falmouth
I can hear the tourists and locals singing to the samba bands.
I can smell the salt lurking in the salty sea.
I can touch the amazing animals that lurk in the town even though it is buzzing with excitement.
I can see the tall ships sailing into port.
The tall ships come to Falmouth.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships’ by Joby, Age10 Years

It is 7.00pm on the day the tall ships sail into the harbour. The carnival has closed ready for the celebration of the tall ships arriving in Falmouth. As I walk to the harbour I can see the crowd laughing, singing and dancing with great smiles on their faces.
I ran down to the water front, and to my surprise I got to the front row. A sailor invited me on board the ship to sail. It was an amazing opportunity so I said “yes”. I got on the ship and we sailed 5 miles and back.
We realised there was a hole in the lower deck. Luckily I sighted a lifeboat. I found a flare in a box and shot it directly up at the sky. We started blocking the hole with crates. Finally the lifeboat arrived. We were saved.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships’ by Emily, Age 10 Years

Tall Ships

One cold, windy night in Falmouth Harbour, in a small abandoned boat there was a lonely girl called Cleo. She had never seen a celebration before. Suddenly, Cleo heard a bang. She hopped up in joy, she knew that this was her chance to actually find a family. She was so happy.
The first family she went to was a young family but they took no notice of the small girl. The next place she went to was a lady on a pasty stall but she said for her to go away you can’t eat my pasty.
The poor girl could not find anybody but then she saw a boy fall in the water. She wanted to help so she jumped in too, but suddenly a tall ship appeared …It was a fisherman. He saw the girl and said you’re coming home with me. Cleo recognised the man but suddenly…
A lady came out of the crowd who Cleo recognised. The lady said “CLEO?” Cleo cried “Mum, Dad!”

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Trip to Remember’ by Ceri, Age 9 Years

Dear Diary,
My home town, Falmouth, was running out of food, so me and my six best friends, have set off, on a tall ship, to another part of England, to get some more food.
I woke up in my cabin, at about 5:35am; I was very excited because we were heading back to Falmouth. My cabin was dark red, just like the colour of a fox’s fur, it had bright blue pillows on the floor for me to sleep on. I lay down on the pillows squeezing my head in between them. Then, I started to read my book…
As the beautiful birds swooped past the window, singing their little bird songs, Ely (one of my best friends) cried “LAND AHOY!!” I was very excited, I was jumping with joy! We all ran over to either side of the boat and could see all the different, vibrant lights around the harbour. The bright fireworks reflecting off the boat’s sails were magnificent. Everyone was cheering and yelling “They’re back, they’re back!” As we strode through the water, I could see my brother rushing through the crowds. He had his three pennies in one hand with two big Cornish pasties in the other. He gave one to me as he started to rip out a big juicy bit of meat. We both chewed on the scrumptious delight and watched the rest of the firework display.