Butleigh - Blossom
Blossoms are blooming on the trees
Some are pink are some are red
Acres and acres of brown and green
Here is the home of the bumblebees
Who dance around and fly with the breeze

Sheep as white as snow
Grazing around wandering about
In the jungle like ground.
Trees are big trees are tall
Soon its time for the petals to fall.

A sea of grass
The scent of pollen
Blossom blowing in the air
Sheep wool stuck on the trees
Flowers following the sun
Confetti like blossom falling
The sheep go to form one
-- Ellie Gillett-Skeath --


Bee's flying tree to tree
Grass covering acres of land
Mistletoe hanging from the trees
The famous Glastonbury Tor
in front of you
The slow breeze in your
head and hair
The different cider
Dabinett and Michelin
Trees standing strong and hard
How Butleigh orchards are so beautiful

Blossom growing
The pink and white spurting shells
Blossom everywhere throughout the acres
What a delight
Everything around you
Everything you see
Is covered in pink and white.

Wool on trees, mushrooms, green leaves
Beehives, grass, rows of trees.
-- Luke Holman --


The grass moving gently like the sea
No scent or salt in the air
But there is a buzzing bee
Gentle rabbit family hidden
Mistletoe hanging from different trees
But rabbits dens are filled with leaves.

Blossom opening day by day
-- Alfie Lee --


Group Poems
My apple blossom is pinky plush
Your yummy comments make me blush
Pale mushrooms creamy white
Pink and white petals such a delight

Sheep are woolly, bees have stings
Bees pollinate throughout the spring
Blossoms are falling Apples will grow
Pink and white in the air, you can see it if you stare

Sticky berries stuck to the tree
Here comes the mistletoe.
Orchard tree with blossom growing
Blossom spurting out of its shell

Pink blossom floating to the ground
Pink and white blossom on flaky bark
Apple blossom all pink and white
The mighty heron is in flight

Waving grass along with the breeze
I can hear the humming of the bees.
Sheep wool wrapped around the trees
You taste the juicy honey in the air

Lichens spreading on the trees
Cowslips on the ground
In the orchard old gnarled trees
The branches swaying in the breeze.

Blossom opening day by day
Bees flying from tree to tree
Sheep that stare and mostly move.
Trees swaying from side to side
Blossom appearing day by day
Different apple juice getting sold by the minute

Cowslips sitting just next door
Tall grass like a jungle
The bee man collecting honey

Apple juices cox and bramley
Share the sensation with your family

October is coming, the cider is near
The trees are working hard
Its that time of year

Some trees are dead and some are alive
Next to them lies a buzzing beehive

You can see the outskirts of the tor
Above the silver misty moor.
Apple blossom all pink and white
The mighty heron is in flight
Lime green leaves upon the trees
Branches swaying in the breeze

Sheepy Life

I'm short, fat and proud of that
Which puts me in the mood for food
The yummy green grass, nice and sweet
Which gathers around my little black feet
I can't see my friends because it is too long
The bees are humming their own little song.
-- Denise Powell --


Sheep in the orchard
I am a sheep as white as can be
I've seen the orchard with its bursting green leaves
I've seen the humans passing by
I've seen the cloudless blue sky
I've seen the way the bees buzz around
And the way the apples fall to the ground
I've seen long grass and I've seen tall trees
I've felt hot sun and a gentle breeze
And once the years and months have passed
I'll still be there munching grass.

Look really deeply into the orchard
and you'll be amazed by what you see
-- Katy Ball --


White, pink everywhere
You can only see it as a dream land there
The bright light from the petals
Makes the orchard clear to your eyes
When you see it, it is a surprise
Like snow falling down
Like a gown on the ground
Yellow lichen on the trees
It feels very hot with a slightly cool breeze
Blue sky with no clouds
When the sheep all go BAA it can turn out pretty loud.

The bee man is by the buzzing bee hive
The whole orchard turns to be alive.

Cowslips here and cowslips there
Grass is green and blossom is pink
Looking at it makes you think

Apple trees in avenues
They give a wonderful view

Bees buzzing in the grass
Trees gaining very leaf
The blossom is not here to stay
Soon it will blow away.

Grass is blowing only one way
I will stay and watch the grass blow
Seeing mistletoe makes me want
to stay a bit longer in this orchard
-- Emily Corfield --



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