Butleigh - Harvest
Cider orchards are nice, apples are sweet
Apples being squashed and squished
Underneath the apple press
Beautiful tasting apple juice
That comes from the tree
That grows the apple
That gets squished.
That makes the sweet apple juice
That makes you say mmmmmm.

Apple juice is bought
Then drunk right down
Everyone's happy
-- Emily Corfield --

Mine's rubbish
As I click my fingers
Dabinett sweet and sour
Apples falling by the hour
Apples swaying side to side
Waves of apples like the tide
That's all
-- Alfie Lee. --

Carpets of apples disappear
Our feel of loss is really quite sheer
Love which is lost is loved much more
Each apple is eaten right down to the core
By horses, by cattle by people by sheep
An apple fills my belly before I go to sleep
-- Julia Sheills --

Group Poems
Different apples on streets of trees
Carpets of apples
Crunching under my feet
Apples red, sour and sweet
Fit for all of us to eat
Rosy red apples
Waiting for its time to fall
Apples tempting, must have more
Falling bouncing once
Blue skies shining, reflecting
Apples cuddling the grass and bedding down
Bitter sweet and sour
Grass littered with apples
Apples red and apples green
Ever so sweet and ever so clean
Waves of apples like the tide
Apples falling like parachutes
I am the seed that grows the tree
That grows the apple
That grows me.
Pip Pip Hooray !
Different apples on streets of trees
Red and green blowing in the breeze
Sky is blue, long grass is green
Apples never to be seen
Carpets of apples in long grass
Waiting for the machine to pass
We think there's sixty tons of apples
Different types, even dappled.
-- Johnny Edmondson --

Bramley seedling, Morgan sweet
All are good for us to eat
Improved dove and Gennet Moyle
Find them lying on the soil

           C I D E R
         P I P
           Dunkerton Sweet
Stoke Red

Orchards full of trees
In other words a dream
I see the perfect apple
And I am getting closer
Now I can reach out
Its rosy red
I've taken the first bite
But alas as I turn my apple round
The other side is BROWN
-- Katy Ball --

Rough bark blue sky
I see the mistletoe in my eye
I am the seed that grows the trees
That grows the apple that grows me.

You eat me, you seed me, now you don't
You see me now you bite
-- Kate Durbin --

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