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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Finley Holt, Age 10 Years

In the dark, cold, rusty, black box I feel as lonely as a leaf scattered in a dark spooky hole and I don’t know what is going on. Suddenly these old people take me out of the small, stinky, box. These huge giant hands squish me into the soft, muddy earth and suddenly I light up like I am the moon…

1 minute later I zoom like a cheetah.
BANG!
I BANG!
I bang through the sky like a shooting star fizzing and whizzing.

I can see I’m in Falmouth, its August and the tall ships are coming! People are climbing on the ships sails; the sea is crashing towards the small ships. I can taste the wet, soggy, slimy fish and delicious chips. I can hear seagulls squawking across the bright, beautiful, shiny fireworks.

I don’t want to die like a human because I can’t stand the thought of fading away.

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Age 9 to 12

‘A Firework’s Flight’ by Holly Jarmain, Age 11Years

I woke; I’m in a dusty, cold and battered box. I saw another nervous firework next to me shuddering together to keep warm like a pack of puppies keeping warm from the cold. Anxiously I heard loud, booming footsteps echo through the box I was in. A man with rope opened the box lid quickly and grabbed forcefully the frightened fireworks and walked outside. He put us down on a stands and walked off limping. I heard annoying shouts of people as I saw they were behind a gate, the smell of fried food wrinkled up my nose as I looked at it with my jaw-open.

The gruff, mean looking man came out again but with matches that shone like diamonds plus dynamite that was ready to pounce on me any second now. The man shoved rope around me and I gulped as I saw the light, glowing, fierce spark of the match stick. “Would, I survive?” I said slowly in my head. I felt the match light on the rope fizzes as I shot up into the dull air like a raging rocket! I filled the air with happiness. My friends shot up and whizzed into the air like shooting stars. I saw the massive tall ships and small ships with bright flags waving about. There were sky-diving seagulls, dancing seals, beautiful stars and the colourful town below. Cornish sea pirates playing rhythmic music to a beat. The people clapping, screaming in joy.

Suddenly one of my friends began to fall out of the sky drifting into dust and disappeared. Then all of my friends began to scream and turn into dust as well, as I turned to dust, I smiled, I’ve had a happy life.

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Age 9 to 12

‘Tall Ships and Sand Pits’ by James Manning, Age 12 Years

The light blurs out into the way of the tall ships.
The boys playing football and the girls building sand pits.
The seagulls screaming,
The crowd cheering.
Lifeboats launching,
The sun is scorching on this sunny day.
The flags are flying,
The waves go flying,
The fish are biting,
No children crying.

Where are the dogs? Where are the fireworks?
Where are all the rich people driving there mercs?
The beach is packed, the sand castles cracked on this freezing night.

One direction singing, crowds seem to be leaving.
One direction sacked,
oh look, crowds are back!

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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 6 to 8

‘Tall Ships’ by Theo, Age 8 Years

Seeing from a tall ship,
Seeing fireworks swooping like seagulls,
And fancy people dancing.

I come down to shore,
I see ships; see clouds and also shops,
I see this guy playing around with an accordion.

People everywhere,
I see a clock tower,
And here it smells like fish…

I see a guy just in swimming trunks,
I see everyone in the harbour,
I see everyone enjoying themselves,
Everybody seeing the fireworks crackle.

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Age 9 to 12

‘I love the sea’ by Madison, Age 9 Years

I love the sea

I love the sea
filled with a thousand racing ships,
Eager to set sail.

I must go down to the sea,
To see the hungry seagulls,
And their shiny fish.

Fishermen dancing the fish in,
And crazy men singing
Ladies blushing,
And children laughing.

Then at the stroke of midnight: the fireworks glow,
And everybody parties
Before jumping into the sea!

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Age 9 to 12

‘Dear Diary’ by James, Age 9 Years

Dear diary,
Yesterday morning I raced down stairs and ate my breakfast as fast as I could. I put my shoes on and off I went down the hills to my friend Ceri’s house. She was already waiting for me; we were walking down to the docks when I heard seagulls squawking.

We walked down to the harbour. I saw the tall ships coming in, the closer they got I could see the bright colours of the masts and hear the crew singing sea shanties. As I listened I could smell the wonderful smell of pasties wafting from the bakery; it made me hungry. We walked into the bakery and bought two large pasties. I took one bite, it was… SPECTACULAR; mouth watering joy. They were the best pasties ever.

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Age 9 to 12

Tall Ships 2014, by Sean Raistrick, aged 9

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

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Age 6 to 8

The Fascinating Ships, Leighton King 8

The Fascinating Ships

The salty sea is crashing against the shore men are stomping on the boat’s floor.

Satisfying bird crying, view of the magnificent boats.

The fish and chips are leading the way on a warm sunny day.

Satisfying bird crying, view of the magnificent boats.

Hearing the seagulls song of hunger crying from the boats rudder.

By Leighton King

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Age 6 to 8

‘The Tall Ships’ by Aimee Burley, Age 8 Years

The Tall Ships

Feel the breeze, smell the salty seaweed.

Listen to the dogs wailing because the tall ships are sailing,

Watch the golden beaked seagulls fly over the glistening blue sea.

Mermaids tails the size of whales.

The tall ships tantalizing, tickling like the deep dark sea.

I dive into the salty blue sea like a dolphin.

By Aimee Burley