Kingsbury Episcopi - Harvest
A press is used for squashing apples
Getting the juice out
There all sorts of apples
Small and big,
Duke of Devon
Yarlington Mill
Stembridge Jersey
Tremlett's Bitter
Bulmer's Norman
Red yellow green
Poured into the apple engine
With a bucket
Then round and round
And got squished
Then shovelled out
Put onto the press
With the straw
And loads of layers
Then turn the screws
The juice comes out
Into a barell.
The apple juice
A brownish yellowish
Goldish reddish colour
-- Kristy Wright --


Glistening red
More bitter than said
Blue sky
Apples hidden in the grass
Water apple,
Sweet smell smiley face
-- Daisy Baggs --


My favourite colour
Smells like it too
Red as a rose
Looking at you

Picking them up
Squashing them flat
Turns into juice
Sleek as a cat.
-- Martha Parkinson --


Group Poems
I am an apple dropping dead
It is a long way down
Hello mate I fell
Ouch I bruised myself
Shhh someone is coming
They're picking me up
They have bitten me
Bye bye see you later
-- Charlotte Gilliam --


Pigs in a shed
Tractors driving
Round and round
Listening to a hound
Apples in mound.
-- Charlie Walls --


First I was blossom on a tree
Then an apple green and red
Then I am picked
Then I am squashed
Then I am fermented
Then I am in a bottle
Then I am well and truly drunk.
-- Grace Green --



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