Butleigh - Wassail
Bird's eye view
Trees look small when I'm up in the air
All in lines pair by pair
Little children from my view
Sky grey now blue.

The sky's constantly changing colour
Different trees getting duller and duller
Mistletoe looks like yellow spots
Badgers holes are dark brown dots.

Mouldy brown black apples
All squashed together.
The trees look up at me
Swaying in the weather.
-- Johnny Edmondson --


Ghost Tree

Spirits float from tree to tree
Ghost tree, skeleton tree
I hear them whisper, whisper
" Look, listen, Listen to the trees" I say
But no one's there. I'm all alone
The trees suddenly mirror me
And the shouts getting quieter and quieter
"Listen to the trees, the trees, the trees "

Suddenly they seem to twist out of shape
Into roaring devils, throwing down thunderbolts
And spitting at me.
I run and run, but the trees won't stop jeering
The grass is soft and wet
And carries me on my way home
I burst through the door to face....
A warm fire and apple pie. It's all over.
-- Julia Sheills --


Poem
Skeleton of the orchard
Birds cheeping, sky changing
Some trees old, some trees new
Bark falling
Mistletoe all around me
Lichen brown and grey.

Nice colours all around me
Bare trees swaying in the breeze
Grass like a jungle
Tips as sharp as blades
Trees staring at me
Squished apples, black and brown.
-- Alfie Lee --


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.
Fire wood

The great old apple tree
Was chopped and torn

Now it lies in the fire
Wood pile all forlorn.
-- Katy Ball --


Survivors

Trees fight the strong breeze
They can survive
They live in the cold
They live in the heat
They can survive
They survive an annual pruning
They are stronger than a rock
They stand there like statues
The stand and creak tick tock
Orchard time.
-- Emily Corfield --


A graveyard of trees

Bare trees whisper like skeletons on the move
Some are old and knobbly
Others young and smooth
Its colder than a graveyard
There is smoke in the air
They're burning all the cuttings
Of the trees that are so bare
A freezing wind begins to blow
The trees sound like ghosts as they creak
Trees may drop branches
And can condemn you to endless sleep.
-- Annabel Dukes --



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