Soon the ships will be here.
Under the stars they’ll float on by.
Nearly here they’re on the horizon.
Sunset “ahh” the ships are here.
Early this year.
Tall ships this time.
Seven in a group.
Hurray!!! They all cheer.
I watch with glee.
Parrots on all the shoulders of the men.
Sunsets over the boats are leaving, the night is over.
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‘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.