Kingsbury Episcopi - Wassail
Daniel's poem

Bare and lonely trees standing alone
Like skeletons in a graveyard
A few apples hanging on the trees
Rotting and moulding
The trees are highways, straight as rulers
Going on for ever, miles and miles
A few sheep wandering around with their young
Songbirds singing in the background
Mistletoe hanging, waiting for winter
A lonelysome pheasant calls for his partner
Tractors humming in the background
Lambs racing around playing tig
Geese honking and lying down to sleep zzzz.
-- Daniel Brain --


March 2005

No apples to fall
No apples to eat
No apples to drop at my feet

Spring is coming
Spring is near
Everyone will cheer

Apples are the greatest of the year.
-- Holly Cox --


Orchard in Time

These trees are so bare
They only blossom when they dare
There are so many branches
Running in every direction
There is a mesh all around
To stop cows rubbing the bark down.
They are so very straight
Like a motorway so tight
Sunlight beaming down
You can almost see them frown
From leaves to apples to branches
These trees have nothing but buds
Which will come around in May.
-- Chris Glyde --


Group Poems
Who am I ?

We are bare
The sheep are grazing
The apples are gone
The children come and draw me

What am I ?

I am red and juicy, and good to eat
What am I ?
-- Holly Cox --


Orchard

Wire round the trees to stop sheep rubbing, so helpful
Daffodils around the edge, so pretty
Geese honking at each other, so noisy
Cockerel crowing to his hens, so talkative
Lambs running and kicking, so playful.
-- Charlotte Gilliam --


Between the trees

Green, brown, beige, and grey
All sheep munching hay
Tractors humming round and round
Not the very best sound.
-- Tom Moore --



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