Creech St. Michael - Harvest
The apples grow on trees
And when they fall off
they are collected by the machine
And when they are collected
They are chopped into mush
Called pomace
It drops onto a board and a cloth
Then spread all about
The cheese then gets crushed to juice
Which is stored in big vats.
When it comes out
It is beautiful cider
When the people come along
They Gulp it all down !
-- Luke Marshall & Jonathan Denham --

Sweet and sour cider smells
Cold wet and raining
I saw six hens under a slide
I tasted the rain cold and wet
I heard the cider getting pushed
As apples got stamped
The juice was running out
Into a long pipe
Into a big tub called a vat.
-- Hannah Green --

I love having apples
Especially cider
I like green apples
But certainly red

Makes me healthy
And my keeps teeth clean
But the thing I hate most
Is apple pie !
-- Lauren Hornsby --

Group Poems
I am bumping along in the trailer
With the other apples
On our way to the cider press

Dropped into the apple hopper
I went, crushed and squeezed together

Plop ! I went onto the mat
and spreaded around , all around

Suddenly I was squeezed
Squeezed so hard
loads of juice dropped down

Pumped along the pipe, into giant oak vats,
swirling all around

Bubble bubble I go
Until I set into cider

After some weeks I was bottled
And packed ready to be sold

I sat on the shelf in the shop
Till someone to got me down.

I was sold then, I was drunk
And that's the end of me.
-- Ashley Brown --

I went to Sheppy's farm
to see the golden apples
and to see them pressed
Into a cider cheese,
I tasted the apple juice
And I've seen them maturing
In ten ton oak vats

I saw the apple fall
I saw them being churned
I saw the apples being pressed
I saw the juice come out

Brown snout did say to Dabinett
How is your branch
I'm fine but I prefer to live in a fruit bowl
My mate Vilberie got a cosy little place
On a wooden plate in a kid's base.
-- James Morgan --

It was cold and wet at the cider farm
There were seven chickens
Under the apparatus
Under the slide
The pomace was fed to the cows
Two donkeys were in the field
Sheltering from the rain.
-- Ellie Bradley --

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