Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerLifeboats whizz past my face
As a breeze of fresh air
Its like a busy road on water
Waiting to reveal the tall ships
Gently they touch my face as they
Sail by like swans.
The small ships gracefully float as their bunting
Flaps when the fireworks light up the ocean.
Its like a dream, waiting to be discovered.
The Tall Ships
The ships are flying through the harbour,
Happy crowds cheering with laughter,
Children playing and dancing around,
Lifeboats, speed boats, none left out
Seagulls flying collecting their tea
Everyone is there, everyone but me.
By Sascha Vosper-Blampied
As the tall ships come sailing by
‘Hooray! Hooray!’ the people cry
As they surf on the ocean blue
The children shout ‘Wahoo! Wahoo!’
When the fireworks let off a spark
All the dogs jump up and bark
The lifeboats shine their lights to the sky
It makes the little babies cry
As the parade comes to a close
On everyone’s faces the sadness shows
As the crowd begins to clear
Only silence you can hear.
TALL SHIPS 2014
I woke up on the 25th May,
To see the tall ships arriving in the bay,
Lifeboats at the front and divers taking a dip,
But there, at the back, sailed the tall ships.
Some near the front, some near the back,
The scene was colourful, pigeons were the only things black.
There were beautiful fireworks and people dancing’,
There was shaking of hands and people prancing.
People were looking down from the deck,
At the tremendous Falmouth shipwreck.
There was more than one, more than ten,
Even more than one-hundred women and men,
Lining up, at the docks, to see the enormous pigeon flock.
A few hours later, when the party was over, there was no sound, not a rustle of clover.
But all was not silent; there was one thing to be heard,
It sounded like a bird.
Late at night, when everyone was in bed, two seagulls flew overhead.
By Sean Raistrick