Butleigh - Wassail
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 --


The Winter Orchard
Helicopters gliding over
The rows of trees
All covered in lichen
Apple pie in the kitchen

On the trees there is a hard
And rough outer layer
But a smooth and crispy inner layer

As the clock strikes ten
The church bells ring
Turning from side to side
To make the chiming sound.

Rabbits hopping along
As if they are in a world of their own.
As winter ends the birds come.
-- Jack Gane --


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 --


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.
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 --


Dead Trees
It looks like there's nothing happening
That's what you can see
The tree is busy down below
Even when the ground is covered in snow.

It starts getting cold
It starts getting chilly
The leaves are gone
The tree is trying very hard
It tries to grow its shoots
It looks like nothing's happening
That's what you can see.
-- Emily Corfield --


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 --



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