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
Tall Ships
The ships are sailing as fast as the wind over the salty blue sea.
I dive in the glimmering salty sea like a dolphin searching for his tea!
The seagulls are singing with hunger in the sandy salty sea.
I dive in the glimmering salty sea like a dolphin searching for his tea!
The water is frozen like the North Pole in the icy cold winter.
By Jamie Mikyla Lorenzo
Life is a beach
Once there was a boy, he worked on
a pirate ship, he hated living on a pirate ship, his name was Joe. short for Joseph. One day he refused to work. “You shall work slave or I will throw you over board,” the captain threatened. “No,” Joe answered bravely and then the captain was furious! “THROW HIM OVER BOARD!!!” the captain roared! The next thing he remembered was never found out until the Tall ships rescued him and that is the end of the story Joe’s grandson said.
By Jack Dow
I Smell vinegar
At Falmouth, people are rushing out of their
Houses to take a wonderful glints of the tall ships. The smell of fish are leading the
Way. The tall ships are gargantuan!!
The warm breeze, from the fish and chip shop. The seagulls are singing like a symphony.
The smell of vinegar is trailing round the town.
The sailors are cheering on the masts of the tall ships.
By Harry Hoggett
The Lifeboat
First they set off to sail away. The kind girl was in danger… The mean boy pushed her into the salty light blue sea.
The Lifeboat came to rescue her and to bring her back to the shore. They really enjoyed being rescued as it was fun and they played in the boats.
By Abigail Allen
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
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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‘Fireworks’ By Calvin, Age 9 Years
I stood gazing absent-mindedly into the deep, blue sea, watching the silvery-yellow fish swim by like trains down the railtrack. Out in the bay the tall ships sailed by at a snail’s pace. The busy, bustling street behind me curved round, forming a massive semi-circle of red- and cream-coloured houses. There were people selling, people buying, people chatting and people smiling. It was another normal day in Falmouth.
KEEEOOOH, BANG! Suddenly a firework shot up from the curved horizon. Oh no! The fireworks! I’d completely forgotten! I scrambled off the floor and raced down the shortcut to the redbrick house at the very bottom of the frantic, filled street. Luckily for me, the fireworks were very close, so I had a perfect view of the amazing colours erupting in the sky.
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‘Accordion’ by Noah, Age 10 Years
He sat there waiting for the door bell to ring. “Ding dong, ding dong,” the door bell went.
“Finally!” Jim shouted.
He had sat their for hours, days even. Running to the door he opened it.
“My accordion!” Jim shouted before realising a fisherman was standing in front of him.
“Here you go,” the fisherman said whilst plonking a box of fish in front of him.
“Oh…..thanks.”
The fisherman walked away. Behind him stood the postman, “For….hmm…Jim Sanga?”
“Thats me!” said Jim Sanga.
Handing over a small box, opening it carefully he took out the accordion. He had watched lots of people play and studied it a lot. All he had to do was learn to play. After hours of practising and failing he finally got a song.
“I have the song,” he shouted.
The night of the festival came. He sung his heart out and hoped he would bring cheers to the town. He did.
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‘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……