Creech St. Michael - Wassail
Swans flying in the air
Brian running everywhere
Mr Small pruning trees
Deer and rabbit scarpering everywhere
A big tractor chopping wood
Mr Small talking all he could.
-- Luke Roper --


Trees being pruned
Gross, wet and soggy
Swans flying high
Birds chirping happily
Workers taking a break
Down in the orchard

Brown trees, Green trees
White swans, Blue sky
Black dog, pink blossom
What a colourful orchard.

Crunching of leaves
Chirping of birds
Whistling of a train
Drumming of woodpeckers
Pounding of a dog
Swaying of the trees
What a noisy orchard.
-- Harriet Chinn, Hannah Green, Sammy Trott --


Chobblers crunch up big long sticks
Grafting using melted wicks
Grubbing, pulling whole trees up
Crunching apples putting juice in a cup
We saw the oldest tree in the line
But really to me they all combine
We watched Robin pruning the trees
And he said the deer eat all the leaves.

The insects caused the branches to bend
The have to prune to make it mend
There was evidence of animals going down the rows
Because you could see footprints of their toes.
Today I had really good fun
Even though there was no sun.
-- Yana Coles --


Group Poems
There were three swans flying gracefully
Down the river shimmering in the dark
Cloudy sky with their white, long and wide wings flapping
Up and down, over the orchard
Watching men and women pruning the trees.
14 acres of land with 10,000 trees
To be done while the rabbits eat the bark
Of the small branches, deer way away the hedge
For a walk way.. If you stay quiet
You will hear helicopters buzzing
And trains rustling in the wind.
-- Andrew Bryant --


Grafting was the amazing fact
Grubbing trees and flying bees
Taking away the disease, canker
The fruit buds and different shaped trees
Rabbits jumping and deer thumping
Mud sludging, grass has grown
Twigs and branches thrown,
Birds are flying, some plums are dying
Green fly and red fly, sucking up the goodness
While the fruit has got so much fruitness
The saw and the secateurs slice and snip
Branches with buds on the tips.
-- Hannah Condick --


The bulging trees and the yellow grass
Blended with the countryside
Pruning branches with rabbits stripping
The bark off the apple trees
So they put nets on the trunk
The trees been grubbed out
Every twenty years
And we were there. It was good.
-- Josh Winter. --



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