Creech St. Michael - Harvest
I arrived at Sheppy's Cider farm
I saw the men crushing apple
We went to the museum
Saw a lot of old things
Like old crushing machines
In the museum we saw a lot of sharp things
When we tried the apple juice
It tasted very sweet and tanniny
Now we are writing poems about the cider farm
-- Jonathan Lambert --


Pouring down rain of brown
Tremlett's bitter, really bitter
Squashed up apples
Get out the juice
Oak barrels, cider get ready
Wild yeast swishing juice
More apples getting clean
Now is raining, sun come out
Rain rain pouring down
Apples red, green brown
Pouring down rain of brown.
-- Alex Pearson --


We tasted the Brown's apple juice
It was nice but sour, cold
Apples smelling sweet,
Crushing in the machine
Apple trees with green leaves
-- Sammy Trott --


Group Poems
Squashed apples, 300 tons pressure
180 gallons out of one ton
30 types of apple
Some suck some taste nice.

Pomace was the left over dried apple
Lots of mess on the floor
Squashed apples make the juice
Make sure the cheese isn't loose

Containers made of oak
Where they are plenty of folk
The cider juice tastes nice
I wish I had more.
-- William Trott --


Apples are crushed
By a big pressing machine
Juice it smells nice
And sweet,
Into the vat to be cider
Orchards all around.
-- Alice Sweeting --


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 --



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