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Age 6 to 8

‘The Smells of Fish All Around’ by Chloe Stephens, Age 8 Years

The Smells of Fish All Around

The dog is wailing because the big boats are sailing. A mermaid’s tail the size of a whale. The smells of fish are leading the way on a warm sunny day.

The smells of fish are leading the way, all of the animals are running away.

On a Friday night the ships are full of light.
All of the trees are full of leaves and all of the leaves are making a breeze.

The smells of fish are leading the way, all of the animals are running away

All the tall ships are like a pair of humongous lips. The boats are sailing over the ocean like they’re in a tub of lotion.

The smells of fish are leading the way, all of the animals are running away.

The warm breeze of fish and chips are leading all the way to the tall ships.

By Chloe Stephens

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Age 6 to 8

‘The Gold beaked Seagulls’ by Corey Beard, Age 8 Years

Gold beaked seagulls

The tall ships tantalizing tickling,
The deep dark sea!

The gold beaked seagulls,
elegantly flying,
over the light blue sea.

Mermaids tails the size of a whale,
Families rushing out,
To get a brain-buzzing eye-popping view.

The gold beaked seagulls,
elegantly flying,
Over the light blue sea.

I dive into the salty blue sea like a shark,
Searching for,
his tea.

By Corey Beard

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Age 9 to 12

‘The Sailing Race’ by Charlie Bray Age 9 Years

The sailing race

Salty sea in the air.

The wide boat pushing through the waves like a flying fish.

Fish and chips in the air.

The waves are gripping the boats like a angry fist.

Excited screeches in the air.

By Charlie Bray

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Age 6 to 8

‘The big boats are sailing’ by Katie Collins, Age 8 Years

The Big Boats are sailing

The dog is wailing because the big boats are sailing.

The people are cheering because the big boats are sailing.

The animals are scuttling because the big boats are sailing.

The people are cheering because the big boats are sailing.

The leaves are blowing because the big boats are sailing.

By Katie Collins

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Age 9 to 12

‘Feel the Life at The Tall Ships’ by Mamata Sharma, Age 9 Years

Feel the Life at the Tall Ships

A tall ship is tall
The sea is big
But the tall ship is the most important of all

Watch them swab the deck
Climb the rigging
Go around the port, bow, starboard and stern
Can you feel the waves, the tall ships going up and down?

You want to go around the world
But you can’t
Because you don’t have a boat
Wait for four years

Hop on into the tall ships
And fulfil your dreams!
Have some life in the sea
Where you can become free!

Watch them swab the deck
Climb the rigging
Go around the port, starboard, bow and stern
Can you feel the waves
The tall ships going up and down?
Couldn’t you just feel the life now?

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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?