This poem was the winning entry in Hastings for an original poem age 7 years and under, Boats.
The ships came out of the harbour,
Setting off over the seven seas.
More than one, they weigh a ton.
Off in a line to dicover unknown lands.
The rough tough sea fills up the decks.
Buckets of water thrown over the side.
Fish swim throughout the wrecks.
They name the lands one by one.
Hot or cold, lots of gold.
Attacked by sharks who devoured the captain.
Sailed back sadly home.
All dirty, tattered and torn
James Smith