Kingsbury Episcopi - Wassail
Flocks of trees

Lambs so small
Trees so big
Lambs jumping in the air
Trees being chopped if they are dead
Lambs brown, black or white
Trees so bare
Lambs so timid
Trees stand there looking dead
Lambs are dancing in my head
Trees falling to pieces.
-- Briannie Faull --


Winter Poem

Birds talking to each other
Sheep grazing in the breeze
Tractors running, cow sleeping.
-- George Loxston --


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
Springy Wintertime

In the spring the sun is shining
Everyday the lambs are playing
The leaves are growing and the blossom
Under a log I found a worm!
The apple trees are sprouting
And the beautiful green orchard
Blowing with the wind.
-- Kristy Wright --


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 --


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 --



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