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 --


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 --


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 --


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


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 --


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



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