Butleigh - Blossom
Cream, white, lilac, pink
All the colours you can think
Blossom on the trees
Swaying in the breeze
Falling, falling on the ground
Without making any sound

Dewy floors on the moors
As well as apple cores
I hear the sound of crunching
As I am munching
At apples of green and red
Its nearly time to go to bed

Butterflies flying in and out of the trees
No its only a cool breeze
Curved branches covered with white
Butterflies flying is a nice sight
The smell of apples
A sky bright blue

The sound of birds
The taste of honey too
The bee man explaining the worker bees fun.
All the honey will weigh a ton
Its getting dark let's go to bed
Yes. Night. Night. That's what I said !

Sheep of the orchard

Trees in rows
We're gobbling the grass
Flowing white branches
Curved trees
Calm
Sunlit sheep
Butterflies
The touch of sun melting on your back
The sky a bright blue.
-- Chloe Cheyne --


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 --


In the orchard there's old gnarled trees
Their branches swaying in the breeze
Sheep running here and there
Bees buzzing all around
Enormous trees that stand so tall

Tiny blossoms really small
That's life in an apple orchard
-- Annabel Dukes --


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.
Pale mushrooms creamy white
Pink and white petals such a delight
You can see the outskirts of the tor
Above the silver misty moor
The trees are delicate, the bark is brittle
Some trees are big and some trees are little
Grass is long tall and wavy
With scattered petals the colour of ivory
Green leaves the colour of lime
The spring is over it is summer time.
-- Eloise Harris --


Pink and white blossom
On orchard trees
Little tiny rabbits
Hiding from the breeze

Sheep's that mostly stand and stare
In a bunch of wool
They walk around in orchard land
And look upon them all

Mistletoe hanging from different trees
The rabbit's dens full of leaves.

Old wooden gate
Buttercups mostly yellow

Sheep spread out
Some blossom left
-- Johnny Edmondson --


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 --



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