Falmouth & Royal Greenwich Tall Ships Regatta 2014 Arts Project with Artist in Residence John DyerScarlett the seagull
She g l i d e s across the shimmering sea like a boat hovering on top,
Scarlett dives deep d
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to catch her delicious prey.
She hears the ‘ding dong’ of the town clock as it strikes 10’o clock.
Scarlett makes her way home,
and the tall-ships sail their way to London for their big day tomorrow.
By Mackenzie Evans.
The sea
I smash when I’m angry,
I jog when I’m happy and
walk when I’m feeling sad,
my waves are, like bombs when I’m being controlled by the wind,
and like a Great White Shark lurking around the waters of the sea.
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.
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.
There was once a rat called Birty
There was once a rat called Birty, he was lonely, cold and hurt. Birty lives in Falmouth by the Methodist Church. He likes his home by the church, except he doesn’t like being stood on by nasty children and adults. Birty had had enough of being stood on for nine years, he suddenly realised tomorrow was Carnival day in Falmouth, when all the tall ships come in and race.
He sighed “Oh no! I am going to be squashed rat tomorrow aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”
Birty quickly scuttled down the lane, to his shack (home), that can only fit 4 rats in there, but it was just right for him. Birty was tired, so he decided to snuggle down into his sardine tin (bed) and he fell fast asleep in no time.
“BANG! BANG! BANG!” went the big loud drum. Birty suddenly woke.
“Oh no! The day I dread is here, squashed rat me aaaaahhh!!!!!!!!!!” He started running around like a headless chicken.
He slowly crept outside, it was blank, he was confused, he went round a sharp corner and crashed into this beautiful, graceful, young, pretty and colourful rat girl, about the same age as Birty. His eyes went blurry and then fluttered.
“Are you ok?” she asked politely.
“Ye….ye….ye…yep….ye…ur…ur…ur…ur..p,”
There right in front of his eyes was his dream lady.
“I will take you up to see the competition from my house; it’s a lovely view now.”
“O….o……k..”
So she took Birty up to her house, there was a disco ball, and a multi coloured floor.
“Wow, nice house, cools!”
She took him over to the veranda.
“I see what you mean by the view now!”
There was lights everywhere, flashing fireworks covered the sky, children playing, mums singing, dads dancing and dogs and cats covering there large ears. They both synchronised and said,
“This is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life.”
Then Birty looked down, there were ladies and men dancing around, they looked quiet silly but it was so funny! If you looked around there were kids having lots of fun, dogs and cats attempting to dance and jolly sailors singing as they climbed up the tall sails.
Then Birty politely asked the girl rat
“What is your name?”
“Anne,” she replied
“Do you know you’re beautiful, Anne?”
She looked around
“Who me, no!”
“Well you are and I am going to describe you:
You are young and pretty,
Well the prettiest thing I have ever seen,
Your long blonde hair caught my eye,
So did your big, long, red coat,
You’re beautiful and you didn’t know!”
“Thanks! Do you want to come and join the friends disco?”
“Yeh! Course”
“Come on then.”
So Anne and Birty went down the lane and went up a drain pipe. There was a disco ball flashing brightly, a very bright dance floor and a fat plump mouse was sitting there with his huge headphones on.
“Wow cool, can I come here every night, this is epic!”
And from that day on they never got squashed again.
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.
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!
One day there was a race of tall ships,
Many people gathered and ate fish and chips.
Fireworks were in the sky,
One was in the shape of a pie.
The race started with a boom,
Sailors rushed onto deck.
Twenty minutes and two ships had sunk,
Everyone cheered even a tramp.
Halfway,
And it was as cold as an artic bay.
It was won
By the racing sun.
Tall ships regatta
The fireworks went wiz! Pop! Bang!
And the people went Wow! Woo! What?
And the wind blew and the tall ships nudged the clouds.
But after the race they all went very, very quiet.
When the tall ships sailed they took the wind and sails and the clouds moved.
People cheered and wowed and wooed
As the tall ships sailed into the blue.
Tall ships
I can see a rainbow with bright colours in it,
I can see the tall ships floating in the ocean.
I can see the men working on the other ships,
I can see the calm ripples of the water.
I can see the white sails of the tall ships,
I can smell the breeze of the fresh air.
I can smell the workers sweat,
I can smell cakes at the bottom of the boat.
I can smell salt of the sea,
I can hear the eagle’s squeaking in the air.
I can hear the workers laughing,
I can hear the splashing of the water.
I can hear the lightening from the sky.