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
In the Orchard
The smell of apples fills my nose
On a slope with many trees
Dewey grass soaks my knees
The birds are tweeting
Sharing a greeting
The grass is long
Uncut for days
The cows below are left to graze
A cockerel sounds from the farm below
There is no where else I would like to go,
The trees are blossoming on the slope
And all but one are able to cope
With the cows gobbling up the grass.
To eat the lot would be a great task
There are so few houses
Just trees upon trees
As the cows get closer we'll soon have to leave
A dark patch of sky moves slowly across
As I watch it move along the below fields
The bees keep humming and hovering above
The sun covers us like a hot glove
The cows are here. I'll have to go
As everything else is so low.
Blossom starts its journey in the daisy sun
Snoozing in a powerful pink
Then waking up to the world in white
Waiting for the bees to suck
For the trees to sneeze in a beautiful breeze.
Who are they ?
Why are they here ?
Looking at me so close
They try to find every detail
The flight of the honey bee.
I am flying high above the clouds
And swooping low amongst the crowds
Weaving in and out of cattle
Speeding past the cider apple
Running streams where I see my reflection
Finding more for my honey collection
I'm flying back to the beehive now
Oh No ! how will I dodge this cow
It is munching happily on that juicy grass
I must somehow find another way to pass.
Where is the beehive ? Oh No! I'm lost
I've got to find it. I simply must !
The sun is shining hot on my face
I wish I could find shady place.
Look an orchard and there's the bees
Safe at last. I'm so pleased
No more cattle, no more sun
Only honey and my mum.
Fields of yellow and green
Surround me in a sea of colours,
Birds gaily play in a world of clouds
Hills reach the fluorescent sun
Flowers dance in the gentle morning breeze
Shadows form under blossom filled trees
Bees sing their familiar song
While tickling the cotton wool like petals
Sky so blue holds frisps of cloud
Cockerels sing and cows graze
Insects zap across the sky
Aeroplanes make journeys to distant worlds
Petals slowly falling onto a bed of swaying grass
Chimneys puff smoke so white
Swaying crunching stillness -
Looking out to Avalon
An eternal sunlit plain reaches
Out to the shroud of purple haze
Out from the orchards in bloom
Still platinum-flooded fields
Sit sagging in the sun
In the turquoise tree edged bowls
On the patchwork of Godney Moor
Green leaves hang, blue or golden
In the stained glass dappled light
They shine, ornamental green faces
On the branches spread like pointed finger.
Butterfly petals flutter, vanish
Into the warm, scented grass
French horn curved branches sing, carefree now
But will, one day, sag with fire bright apples.