Bees
The Royal Jelly
Feeds one belly
They live in a hive
when they are alive
They make honey
Which is very yummy
They go in a swarm
That keeps them warm
They're yellow and black
With little legs with sacks
They protect the queen
And keep her nice and clean.
-- Honor Elliott, Grace Green and Charlotte Gilliam --
Orchard poem
Lots of blossom blowing in the wind
The flowers are attracting bees
Ten million bees going tree to tree
Making us honey giving us money
There's dew on the ground making lots of sound
Squelching, squidging through the wet grass
There's a column of trees blowing in the breeze
-- Chris Glyde --
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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Group Poems
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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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