Bees, trees, pollen and honey
-- Keziah Fuller --
Orchard Poem
Trees are fun
Trees are beautiful
We climb them, we pick
Nice juicy fruit off the trees
When the trees flower
It falls to the ground
It looks like a pink and white wonder land
The blossom is beautiful
White and pink
When it comes anyone can see
And here is the blossom swaying
In the night wind and you hear the sheep
And lambs going BAAAA in the night.
-- Kyle Butler --
Sheep grazing in a field
Sheep grazing in a field
Lambs feeding off their mother
Marker dye all over the sheep
In neat numbers
Sheep peeping through the trees of blossom at you
Lambs playing with each other
Nearly every sheep is sitting down
On the nearly dry grass
Sheep everywhere around you
Like noisy clouds
The orchard trees are being flooded with sheep
As the sheep run past
Their thick wool catches on the rough bark of the trees
The nettles of the field
Are defenceless to the sheep
-- Callum Corbett --
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Group Poems
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Clouds of blossom
Clouds of blossom
Floating around
Makes my whole world
Go round and round.
Blossom falling
Again and again
Its coming
Apples are chasing behind.
I am old and I'm about to fall down
Let me be for the rest of my life
I have not got long to give my apples
-- Grace Green --
Bee Poem
Bees sting,
Bees make honey for us to eat
They fly all day long
So that they may feed themselves
and they make honey
Which is worth a lot of money
And the honey is very yummy
They are black and yellow
And the queen bee is very bossy.
-- Kyle Butler --
Imaginary Orchard
An enchanted forest
With beautiful trees
They have delicate fingers
Covered in jewels
Snow white butterflies
Fluttering in the breeze
So angelic
Dipped in grace
Its like angels
Watching over us
In paradise.
-- Martha Parkinson --
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