Butleigh - Blossom
Sheep wool wrapped
Around the trunks of trees
Blossom spurting off the branches
The cricket pitch behind you
-- Jack Gane --


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 --


Lichen spreading on the trees
Cowslips on the ground
Mistletoe all around
Tall grass like a jungle
-- Jack Tucker --


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.
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 --


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 --


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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