Butleigh - Harvest
Trees streaked with cider apples
Some bitter sweet or sour
Some are really horrible
And some we can devour
Apples swinging in the trees
They swing because they are in the bree4ze
Branches falling in the storm
Apple pickers on their knees.
-- Archie Churchill-Moss --


Hi I'm the pip
Called Pippa
Sigh. Nobody likes me
They throw me away
But then again
I am the one who makes the tree
But I'm never used,
Like the tree itself
Sheep's respect it,
Scratch them selves on it
Wait a moment
Someone is pressing
My apple, my house
My beautiful rosy red house
But somehow I'm relieved
I am tasteless
So they won't press me anyway
Pip Pip Hooray
-- Julia Sheills --


Gone the days of blossom
The days of apple begun
They keep falling, falling falling
In the morning sun
The apples are so tempting
I must have more
So I stay and stare
But I fear that they won't fall
When I am there
Though soon their stalks will weaken
They can't hold on forever
They've got to come down now or never.
-- Ellie Gillett-Skeath --


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 !
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
        BEE
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 --


Cider and apple juice from a press
Take a sip it tastes the best
Made for when apples aren't here
The time when Christmas is near
Pressing it with non ending pride
Never felt so good inside
A Christmas present for you and me
Have it for your jolly tea.
-- Chloe Cheyne --


The rosy red apple hanging waiting for
Its time to fall and lying on the ground.
Some sweet and some not found
The biggest apple on the tree
Soon to be picked by me.

The smallest apple on the tree
Waiting for its time to grow
When its time has come
It will fall. Its fall will seem like forever
It will go through changes
The changes will seem like this
It will fall, go through the green wet dewy grass
When it comes to the bottom it will hit the ground
Waiting so silently, oh so silently to be found.
-- Georgina O'Neill --



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