Butleigh - Blossom
The grass moving gently like the sea
No scent or salt in the air
But there is a buzzing bee
Gentle rabbit family hidden
Mistletoe hanging from different trees
But rabbits dens are filled with leaves.

Blossom opening day by day
-- Alfie Lee --


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


Pink and white blossom
On orchard trees
Little tiny rabbits
Hiding from the breeze

Sheep's that mostly stand and stare
In a bunch of wool
They walk around in orchard land
And look upon them all

Mistletoe hanging from different trees
The rabbit's dens full of leaves.

Old wooden gate
Buttercups mostly yellow

Sheep spread out
Some blossom left
-- Johnny Edmondson --


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.
Blossoms are blooming on the trees
Some are pink are some are red
Acres and acres of brown and green
Here is the home of the bumblebees
Who dance around and fly with the breeze

Sheep as white as snow
Grazing around wandering about
In the jungle like ground.
Trees are big trees are tall
Soon its time for the petals to fall.

A sea of grass
The scent of pollen
Blossom blowing in the air
Sheep wool stuck on the trees
Flowers following the sun
Confetti like blossom falling
The sheep go to form one
-- Ellie Gillett-Skeath --


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 --


I am a sheep and very patient
The orchard is a jungle
I can't find my friends

Because of the big trees
And the small leaves
I get lost sometimes.

I like to eat the grass
While the birds are singing a beautiful song
Today there were a lot of children

And they scared me a bit
So I went to get my friend
And we investigated.
-- Kate Durbin --



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