Butleigh - Wassail
Points of view
Hi. I am a rabbit
This is my point of view
I zoom round the orchard
Along the aisle of trees
I go anywhere I want
But I miss the lovely view
Of mistletoe on the trees.

Hi I am a bird
I soar in the sky
I can see the trees
But only the tops
As I fly over the rows of tree tops
And see the children studying.

Hi I am a mole
I crawl under the ground
Searching for worms
In spring I come up
And wake the trees
But some are already awake.

In the orchard all this happens
The change, the animals
In the winter it looks like it is all dead
But in the spring and summer all is alive
And the animals are back from hibernation.
-- Archie Churchill-Moss --


A winter orchard
The skeleton trees
Without any leaves
No apples, no blossoms
The crunchy branches
With only mistletoe as a friend.

Birds singing
Moles crawling
Deer rambling through the orchard
Searching for food for the winter.

The trees are getting colder
I can see it in their skin
But deep in their heart
They are getting ready
For the big blooming spring.
-- Archie Churchill-Moss --


The mole
Crawling through the leaves
And long grass
Eating the odd old apple.

Cars going past, helicopters in the air
And birds singing in the trees.

The trees are bold and bare
With lichen on the bark
And instead of the apples
There is a soft green moss.
-- Jack Tucker --


Group Poems
Skeleton of the orchard
I rub my back against an old tree
It creaks. This time of year
The orchard is quiet. It's comforting.
The sky's constantly changing colour
Different trees getting duller and duller
And instead of the apples
There is a soft green moss.
Look at the mistletoe, copper yellow mistletoe
But deep in their heart
They are getting ready
For the big blooming spring.
In the middle of the orchard a fire burns
Everyone standing round.
Apple pie in the kitchen.
It looks like nothing's happening
That's what you can see.
There are millions like me
But I am unique
Spirits float from tree to tree
The trees are dormant quiet and sleepy
I am a flaky skinned, big white spotted
Mistletoe growing tree
There's not a red one to be found
Bare trees whisper like skeletons on the move
I am the one who is known as the tree.
I look out from the Tor
And see a little orchard
Look at the smoke of an old tree burning
Look at the mistletoe, copper yellow mistletoe
Look at the patches of yellow grass
Look at the fungi rings around the trees
Look at the apples squashed to the core
Hear the birds twittering
Hear the trees rustling, bustling
See no more apples
See no more blossom
Look its now winter.
Feel the winter breeze.
-- Luke Holman --


Trees in Winter

I am long and I grow apples
But I don't know where they have gone
They seemed to be here some months ago
But they have disappeared with the sun.

I'm short and I see apples
In autumn on the ground
But now they are brown and soft
There's not a red one to be found.

I am fat and I like my apples
But I'm cold and don't have them anymore
People are eating them all
And all that is left is the apple core.

I'm thin and I feel apples
Growing on my branch
I cry when they go
But when they are here I dance.

We trees do not like the snow
Though humans always do
It makes us cold and feel so old
Do you feel sad too ?
-- Chloe Cheyne --


What am I ?
My home is cold, but I never feel it
There are millions like me
But I am unique
Each summer part of me is taken away
But I am never in pain.

No man can lift me
Or reach my head unassisted
I know all the secrets of the past
But now my time has come
I can see the farmer with axe.
But not a tear do I shed
-- Katy Ball --



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