Hugh Sexey - Blossom
Summer Orchard

Blossom filling all the trees
Pink is the blossom, green are the leaves
All the cider on the farm
Bales of hay stacked in the barn.

The grass is blowing
All the buttercups are growing
All the clouds in the great big sky
The bees do their work and then off they fly.

The sky is lovely and it's blue
The clouds look like some people too
The birds are always happily singing
Happiness they are bringing

It's very warm smiles the sun
People writing and having fun
The view is spreading in front of my eyes
The water reflecting off the sky

The flowers growing everywhere
It makes it lovely when you stare
Different shades of wonderful pink
Peaceful, peaceful, lets you think.
-- Serin Rayner --


The Meadows in the breeze

The blossom shimmers freely
With the gradual rustle of the trees
In the steady breeze,
The sun wraps it's warmth around my face
While the bees get to work,
Day in, day out, unable to stop
Buzzing as they go
Through the steep meadows
On grassy hills
Unable to stop
Unable to stop
Unable to stop
-- Robert Sparks --


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.
-- Martha Emeney --


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 --


Peaceful orchard

Peaceful orchard
The petals are scattered along the orchard
Through the long mysterious grass.

Past the views lye the horizon
Then the turquoise sky above that

The sun is flickering against the blue sky
Like a blossom of warmth

Birds flutter in the sky
Singing their tuneful song

Trees are covered in blossom
As fluffy as the clouds

The dazzling sun pours down on us
Like a waterfall of sunrays

Peaceful orchard
-- Eve Taschimowitz --


Looking out to Avalon

An eternal sunlit plain reaches
Out to the shroud of purple haze
About Avalon
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.
-- Katherine Howell --



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