Brent Knoll - Blossom
Shady greens
Pinky petals
Blossom starts
Apples coming

Little confetti
Goes with the wind
Then falls to the ground
Like helpless snowflakes

The orchard owner
Starts to bind
To make the trees
Curl to their shape

The bees the honey
Buttercup yellow
Birds start singing
New lambs are bor
-- Kris Vearncombe --

Blossom is shaped, the bark is torn
The weather changes it all the time
Pink white that is blossom
Pretty but very weak
Falls off by the torturing wind
After that the trees is sad because it is losing its hair
The blossoms we're talking about come from Brent Knoll
Because Brent Knoll's the best.
-- Joshua White --

Candy floss, strawberry frost
Mum's eye shadow and pink lip gloss
Blossom is as sweet as day
In lines of trees with a sunlight squeeze
Dark brown trunks as straight as monks
With pink powder on top in lump
-- Amy Price --

Group Poems
Blossom in a sea of wind
Green grass and blue sky
The blossom comes from Brent Knoll
And some smelly cow pats
The trees are covered with pink confetti from head to toe.

The colourful buds are forming
Blossom dropping everywhere,
The wind is like a friend
Pink blossom and butter yellow buttercups
Now my coat is white as snow
Sneeze of blossom
(I need cider I need cider)
three thousand bees have just blossomed all my trees
Blossom falls to the ground like an avalanche
I will just wait here.

Apple trees are big
Apple trees are small
Lots of trees all around
All the trees are fairly white
An pink, funky pink
Mother nature has been working hard
Big bees, small bees
Pink blossom, pink blossom I love thee.

Old tree, old tree don't fall on me
Birds tweeting amongst the bees
Bees are buzzing everywhere
Whizzing here and whizzing there
Blossom makes me feel young
I'll fly back and tell the other bees
Blossom blows around

Morgan sweet comes to visit
The major lets go his pollen
Gentle wind
Sea of blossom
Future has its changes.
Blossom, blossom I love thee
We want to watch the blossom all week
Light pink leaves shine on the sea,
Blossom, blossom please come to me.
Blossom, blossom falling on me
Candy floss, strawberry frost
Some trees have more blossom
Little trees give me bees
Shake that blossom
Rake that blossom
Bees love it insects like it
Do you know what I am thinking
Charge ! Bees away
Blossom makes me feel young
Busy bees buzzing
And some smelly cow pat.
Blue sky, pink blossom
Send out 1500 bees
To blossom our trees
Little bee my names dean
You better come or I'll be mean
Old tree old tree don't fall on me
Sea of blossom sitting on the tree
As white as white can be.
Soldiers is a word for single file trees.
Blossom is shaped, the bark is torn.
Now my coat is white as snow
Leaves look like green candy wrappers in the breeze
Bees are buzzing everywhere
Whizzing here and whizzing there
Trees covered with pink confetti
From head to toe
Goes with the wind then falls to the ground
Like helpless snowflakes
The tree leans to one side like an old man standing
Wind is like a friend
Wind is like your shadow
When the wind blows
Blossom falls like an avalanche
Blossom is pink, snow is white
It makes a beautiful flower
Wishing them to grow all overnight
Buttercups are butter yellow
Blossom is white, like my kite.
Bees are buzzing, like children playing
Bees are collecting honey
Helping the juicy apples grow.
Pink leaves, pink leaves they grow on me
Light pink leaves, light pink leaves
Shine on the sea, green hills behind me
Lots of trees all around.
-- Sophie Brooks --

Little trees give me bees
Bees then come
It's the pollen on the trees
That they're really after.
-- Liam Brewer --

The trees are brown
Blossom are white and pink
And the sky is blue

The trees are silent, still in a line
But trains are noisy, moving and on the track
Birds are tweeting in the background

The apple orchard is full of dancing bees
Against the white blossom
Green grass and blue sky

The blossom falling off the trees
Looks like snowflakes falling down
From the skies

Bees buzz around collecting pollen
Then fly through the breeze meeting
More bees, birds and more

Leaves look like green candy wrappers in the breeze
Above the yellow butter cups
With the sun beating down on you

Blossom on the trees tell me
That apples and cider are on the way.
Pubs use cider.
-- Thomas Bugden --

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