Butleigh - Blossom
Trees towering
Blossoms flowering
Grass cradling me
Looking through our
blossom coloured glasses
sun cuddling me
clouds acting as mirrors
perfect life, perfect
scratching posts, perfect
heat
sun coming in like
a tide, covering the grass
like a carpet
Strife and worries are
Invisible, non existent
Summer's coming, spring is here
A blanket of ivory
Tickling me with love.

This a brief summary of my life
With no worry, pain or strife
I'm a cuddly sheep and you're a guest in my field
I can never be hurt because of my woolly white shield

Apple juices cox and bramley
Share the sensation with your family
I think I'll grow an apple or two
It could be eaten by you or you
A sheep is tickling me with its wool
My blossom are falling but my life is full
From pink to green, from green to red
Some are living some are dead
We take our love and we take our care
Then our life is gone but its pretty fair
My flowers my beautiful will very soon go
We live off each other, me and the mistletoe
But the bees the bees are fermenting my flowers
Now my petals are coming down inshowers
I am an apple tree, I hope you haven't guesses
I have a golden heart and a dark brown chest.
-- Julia Shiells --


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 --


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 --


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.
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 --


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 --


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 --



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