I am a sheep and very patient
The orchard is a jungle
I can't find my friends
Because of the big trees
And the small leaves
I get lost sometimes.
I like to eat the grass
While the birds are singing a beautiful song
Today there were a lot of children
And they scared me a bit
So I went to get my friend
And we investigated.
-- Kate Durbin --
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 --
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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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. |
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Blossom, all colours
On orchard trees
The apple make cider
Which we drink with ease
Tiny little rabbits
Hide from the breeze
They hide in all the hedges
And they feel very pleased
Fluffy coats we wear
Are from sheeps that stare
They stand in a sea of grass
And have a lot of hair.
Trees Blossom
Grass Sheep
Fence Wool
Houses gate
Wood hedge
Flowers green
White pink
Brown blue
Cow dung
Barbed Wire
Trees stand so tall and strong
Blossoms punching out from buds.
-- Archie Churchill-Moss --
Apples get pressed, squashed and poked
Would you like to be an apple
You wouldn't even live till two
You wouldn't.
A few warm fires
A dark cold night
Don't let the evil spirits bite
Make lots of noise
Frighten them away
You can't come back another day
Fire jugglers being a bit silly
Mums and Dads being a bit sick
-- Alysha Poole --
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 --
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