Butleigh - Blossom
Pale mushrooms creamy white
Pink and white petals such a delight
You can see the outskirts of the tor
Above the silver misty moor
The trees are delicate, the bark is brittle
Some trees are big and some trees are little
Grass is long tall and wavy
With scattered petals the colour of ivory
Green leaves the colour of lime
The spring is over it is summer time.
-- Eloise Harris --


Bee's flying tree to tree
Grass covering acres of land
Mistletoe hanging from the trees
The famous Glastonbury Tor
in front of you
The slow breeze in your
head and hair
The different cider
Dabinett and Michelin
Trees standing strong and hard
How Butleigh orchards are so beautiful

Blossom growing
The pink and white spurting shells
Blossom everywhere throughout the acres
What a delight
Everything around you
Everything you see
Is covered in pink and white.

Wool on trees, mushrooms, green leaves
Beehives, grass, rows of trees.
-- Luke Holman --


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.
Blossom, all colours
On orchard trees
The apple make cider
Which we drink with ease

Tiny little rabbits
Hide from the breeze
They hide in all the hedges
And they feel very pleased

Fluffy coats we wear
Are from sheeps that stare
They stand in a sea of grass
And have a lot of hair.

Trees Blossom
Grass Sheep
Fence Wool
Houses gate
Wood hedge
Flowers green
White pink
Brown blue
Cow dung
Barbed Wire

Trees stand so tall and strong
Blossoms punching out from buds.
-- Archie Churchill-Moss --


Apple blossom all pink and white
The mighty heron is in flight
Lime green leaves upon the trees
Branches swaying in the breeze

Sheepy Life

I'm short, fat and proud of that
Which puts me in the mood for food
The yummy green grass, nice and sweet
Which gathers around my little black feet
I can't see my friends because it is too long
The bees are humming their own little song.
-- Denise Powell --


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



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