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 --
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 --
Bees, trees, pollen and honey
-- Keziah Fuller --
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Group Poems
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Blossom poem
Bees, nectar, clover
Honey and larvae
Pollen on their legs
Queen bees, female bees.
A new tree has emerged
On a foggy night
Pixies live in a hole in the tree.
Roses are red
And violets are blue.
-- George Loxston --
Full Moon Tonight
The moon is breaking through the sky
Giving a creep to the orchard
There are some owls hooting somewhere
Under the trees sheep are grazing
The cows are bawling to each other
Right in front of me
The blossom is glistening white
Like diamond cobwebs in the moon
Petals are falling like snowdrops
A million at a time
Right in front of me.
-- Charlotte Gilliam --
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 --
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