Kingsbury Episcopi - Harvest
Apples are sweet and so is the juice
Big mounds of apples as far as you can see
The smell of cider is nice and tasty.
-- Callum Corbett --

Pigs sitting in the fields
Grazing on the apples
Leaves crunching when I step on them
Apples, Cox and Bramley
Sweet sheep,
Wooden presses smell woodish
Golden straw, turned the press down
Nice juice, brownish juice
-- George Loxston --

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 --

Group Poems
The fermenting noise in the tank
Is like a locomotive
Like an apple engine
It smells like apples and cider
We can hear cider farm noises
Coming from the shop
And tractors brumming past
Apples coming from the trees
And then being pressed.
-- Chris Glyde --

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

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 --

 Home |  Contact |  Butleigh Primary |  Brent Knoll |  Creech St. Michael |  Kingsbury Episcopi |  Hugh Sexey
Please contact us with questions or comments regarding this site.
Copyright © 2002-2019 Website Administrator.  All Rights Reserved.
Rubicon Computer Services - Web Design Site Designed by