A place where dreams are given room
To breathe and spring…from bud to bloom.
Where seeds of hope are gently sown,
In fertile ground, bright futures grown.
A place where trust and skills take root,
Where patience, care and time bear fruit.
Where apples ripen, shaped as hearts,
Picked With Love – a work of art.
A wondrous world where precious sap,
The lifeblood of the Sycamore Gap,
Replanted in the Durham mud,
Green shoots reborn…from bloom to bud.
With leaves of every size and shade,
Acceptance of what nature made.
From soil to sky, the air is clear,
There’s peace and space to flourish here.
No matter sun, or rain or snow,
There’s farmer Dave and collie Joe,
Out harvesting the crops they yield,
Fresh food from rich, abundant fields.
From home-grown apples, cider flows,
From fragile saplings, strong trees grow.
A place where dreams are given room,
New Warlands Farm…from bud to bloom.