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Age 9 to 12

‘Fireworks’ By Calvin, Age 9 Years

I stood gazing absent-mindedly into the deep, blue sea, watching the silvery-yellow fish swim by like trains down the railtrack. Out in the bay the tall ships sailed by at a snail’s pace. The busy, bustling street behind me curved round, forming a massive semi-circle of red- and cream-coloured houses. There were people selling, people buying, people chatting and people smiling. It was another normal day in Falmouth.
KEEEOOOH, BANG! Suddenly a firework shot up from the curved horizon. Oh no! The fireworks! I’d completely forgotten! I scrambled off the floor and raced down the shortcut to the redbrick house at the very bottom of the frantic, filled street. Luckily for me, the fireworks were very close, so I had a perfect view of the amazing colours erupting in the sky.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Jim’ by Theo, Age 11Years

Jim sighted a cat alone, abandoned by its master – no-one looking for it, no-one tending it. Jim, pasty in hand, walked cautiously towards the frightened creature, broke off a meaty chunk, held it out and waited. The cat crept forward, its pads pressing on the ground lightly, sparingly knocked the meat from his hand and chewed on it curiously, tugging at the juicy delight.
After that he took the cat home and as they walked the fireworks started reflecting off the giant sails down in the harbour. Sailors climbed the tall strong masts of their proud ships. The water, dazzling on the seals and dolphins, gleamed in the stars. Cries of “Anchor down” and all the bangs, whizzes and fizzes greeted him on the way to the door.
Then the music of the sea commenced, swishes and crashes of the waves on the pebbles, climbing their way on to the rocks. The squarks of seagulls crying at passers-by. A dog’s harsh bark sends the seagulls flying towards the moon……

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Age 6 to 8

‘Tall Ships Galore’ by Wilamena, Age 7 Years

Tall ships galore in the port of Falmouth,
people climbing up and up
the salty rigging,
hanging from the sails.
And cheering people standing at the quay,
waving flags as the soft breeze blows in their faces.

Purple boats that are the Tall ships,
sprays the boat with salty water.

Just as the clock strikes 12 the fireworks explode,
the accordion player starts to join in,
the vibration of the accordion I’ve never seen that before.
I think the Accordion just gives it that one bit more.
It wakes the cats the dogs and birds,
sniffing and looking for left over crumbs,
pasties, sandwiches what ever is around.

Little children wondering,
thinking what it must be like,
standing on the masts singing songs
and where will the wind take them ?
What will it bring?