CANAL STORIES & POEMS
Ulverston Canal Regeneration Group was formed to help enhance the facility, preserve the history of the ship-building and industry that shaped the area and educate the future generations of the community.
This collection of stories, poems and limericks were written by local children (and a few adults) as part of the display for our Easter Trail and Anchor Festival events.
A frog is dozing
Under a sycamore tree
Catching the sunshine.
Haiku poem by Andrew Diaz, aged 7
Water lilies float
Slowly across the water
Heading for the land.
Haiku poem by George Cumberland, aged 7
Pennington After School club
The heart of our town
A piece of us
The working days have passed
Leaving lovely scenic views
If you look at the beauty
The sight, sounds and smell
For us it is a quiet place
Somewhere to unwind
As you take a stroll past the fishermen
Feeding the ducks and the swans
And a haven for wildlife
A special place for memories
For all to enjoy.
Hi, I am a duck and my name is Bob.
I always swim in the water waiting for food.
I have been here for a very long time.
I was swimming really fast, Ouch!
I bumped into a big long ship, The Elizabether Fleet.
Wow, it was so big.
CRASH, BANG! One of the Elizabethan Fleet bumps into the side of the canal.
I fly out of the ship I’m hiding in to the starry night sky,
I find some flies.
CRUNCH go the fly as my teeth sink into it’s tiny body.
As the sun arrives I hide…..
Newlands Class. Church Walk Primary School
Calm, cold, deep deep water,
Glistens in the evening glow.
Danger, danger must take care!
Especially in winter, ice and snow.
Swans and cygnets gracefully glide,
Happy ponies gallop and play,
Delicate dragonflies dance in the reeds,
So much wildlife to see in one day!
Pretty wild flowers sway in the breeze,
Lily pads float like a soft green sheet,
Towering tall trees stand strong and firm,
Listen! As they move to nature’s beat.
A place for a community,
A place to gently walk,
A place to take time from busy life,
To stop a while, and talk.
Bessy Bessy Whinneray
kissed the boys and ran away.
She laughed so much she nearly weed
upon the ship’s new load of tweed.
The captain was not pleased at all
with Bessy’s silly fol-de-rol.
He banished her to swab the deck
until she learned she must not wreck