Hugh Sexey - Blossom
The blossomy moor orchards

Look over the moors
While looking at the blossom
As the insects are flying around,
I can hear the cows munching
As you look down on the orchard
It fills my body with a dreamy sensation.

Blossom pink as a strawberry
Flying around with the wind,
Gliding across the orchard
The journey just begins.

The cows now moving towards us
As the bees are buzzing around the trees
While the grass is swaying
As the flowers of the orchard are rustling away.

This all happens as the clusters of leaves
Are sitting in snowy white blossomy trees
-- Jenna Purves --


Collecting Nectar

Buzzing around in the warm spring air
The sun shining above me
Bright white blossom where I collect the nectar
The cows grazing around me.

Buttercups growing in the long green grass
The clouds moving above me
Sun getting covered by the clouds
Then coming back
The wind whistling around me

As I look at the view, blue sky above me
I go back to my hive, the other bees around me

I impress the queen bee, she buzzes about
She is talking from above me
Then I go out to get some more
The other bees around me.

White blossom, open and fluffy
Pink blossom, bud not quite grown.
-- Christie Zanelli --


Red, red apples

The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun
Leaves fall like a glittering waterfall
Over the gnarled bark of the trees
The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun.
Only the May before the blossom was bursting
Out of the tiny shoot
The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun
Ivy draping the trees like a curtain or
The night swallowing lightness
The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun.
The rusting of the red, red apples
The rusting of the apples
The rusting
Rusting
rusting
-- Carla Gordon --


Group Poems
An orchard

Pink butterflies sit on the trees like blossom
Honey makers collect pollen
All is quiet except for the trickle of water
A clear blue sky sea covers the sky
Juicy gems litter the ground
Sheep trample all the green felt.
-- Rosie Hodgson --


Sights and sounds of an orchard

Pink and white like fairies wings
Blossoming wide while the birds all sing

Singing louder their voices wide,
A circle of birds above a barn of cider

Cider is sweet in the pressing drum
A little boy says I can have some.

Some are red, some are green
Loads of apples I have seen

I've seen cows, birds, blossom and bees
I can feel the summer, I am at ease.

Easy going all day long
Just like the cows that wander along

Along the lake across the way
Time to go home we have had a nice day
-- Flora Emeney --


Colours

A powerful sea of green and pink
Beautiful white, majestic violet
Sunburst yellow and triumphant lilac
Rosy Pink and burning scarlet
All under the blueberry sky.

Orchard sounds

Look down the orchards into the fields
Venturing to a sparkling lake
Through bush, through grass and over mound
Listening to the many sounds
Repeated singing of birds and bees
Blossoms and branches rustling on the breeze
The passing of a distant plane
Flies on cows stick out plain
The rumbling of a distant tractor
A helicopter becomes louder and louder
To hear these sounds just stop and listen
And all these sounds will begin to glisten.
-- Ross Babbington --



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