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Age 9 to 12

‘The Greenwich Procession’ by Ollie Nichols, Age 11Years

This year I am going to one of the best festivals in Britain at this time. I went last year and it was magnificent.

The puppets are illuminated with different coloured lights. They swerve and turn down the streets as if in a mind of their own. I walk along the street, following the carnival of colours weave down the road. I keep walking, watching the ribbons swirl and twirl into the night. The procession turns and now comes back towards the tall ships that line the water’s edge.

I now see the sailors in their neat outfits, high up in the masts of the tall ships. But my eyes are drawn away and unconsciously look at the beauty and splendor of the tall ships. The delicate sails are billowing out in their entirety. The gun ports are proudly displaying their array of guns, the guns themselves polished and clean, winking in the moonlight. The gold decorations beam out at you. The people all around me are in a joyous mood, laughing and dancing. The Cutty Sark looks like it is sailing with the other tall ships again. All the fun, laughter, splendor and beauty are all in one place.

Oh I can’t wait to go.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A star to steer her by’ by Jessie Laughton, Age11Years

With a bag slung over my shoulder
And the night sky sooty and smouldered
I wade out to my sailing-singer,
Wave-whipper, fortune-bringer
And by the light of the lonely sky
A star to steer her by.

Once aboard, I stare up
Into the world of the sails above
Into the acres of the shaking white
Into the world of the high flight
And by the light of the lonely sky
A star to steer her by.

Like a spotlight it showers the boat
Shimmering in the night, all afloat
It’s a wonder to watch, no seagulls’ caw
And the waves gently lapping at the shore
And by the light of the lonely sky
A star to steer her by.

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Salvation’ by Will Haskin, Age 12 Years

The day the tall ships came,
I knew the ships’ names,
The white sails,
The milk pails,
The black shadow,
The blue hoe,
The coronation,
And finally: the salvation.

Its white sails flailing,
The wind wailing,
The waves crashing,
It sounds like a whip lashing.

My hopes are up,
My face erupts,
My salvation is near,
Falmouth is here.

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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……