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More poems from the On the Waterfront creative writing project

school children lifting sacks with ropes on pulleys in a maritime activity

As part of this creative writing project, the children found out about life as a docker through hands-on activities and visited the On the Waterfront exhibition to find inspiration for their poems.

Listen to children from Year 6 at St Vincent de Paul Roman Catholic Primary School reading more of the poems that they wrote during the On the Waterfront creative writing project or read the transcripts below.

Group poem 2

Anna Zhang

Jade Vy

Alex Collins

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You can see more photos from the workshops and read or listen to all of the poems on the Kaleidoscope website.

Transcripts

Group poem 2

The Albert Dock is…
The sight of brown, brick buildings
Standing like creased, dusty cardboard boxes.
The sound of lip-lapping waves against the stone walls.
The touch of cold, metal chains, thick and heavy.
The smell of salty chips, steaming hot, vinegary and greasy…
And the taste of Liverpool!

Anna Zhang

The Albert Dock was…
The sight of mournful, worn out men unloading ponderous, filthy crates from all over the world.
The sound of men chanting sea shanties, encouraging them every single step of the way.
The touch of the plaited strands of rope being hauled by the men to raise the crates.
The smell of the smoke coming from the burning coal being put into the furnace
And the taste of old Liverpool.

Jade Vy

The Albert Dock was…
The sight of strong men who worked day and night -
Worked hard at carrying heavy sacks.
The sound of rusty wheels squeaking and creaking like a mouse.
The touch of cold, iron bars that are old, heavy and rusty.
The smell of the smoke that comes from the boats and working places.
The taste of sweat that comes from hard work which drips into your mouth.

Alex Collins

The Albert Dock was…
The sight of sorrowful, unhealthy, worn out men working.
The sound of crates banging against each other like cranes smashing together.
The touch of soggy seaweed slithering through your hands.
The smell of salty seaweed and the waves smashing together.
The taste of Liverpool.