Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


What can I see ?

What can I see from my perch in the orchard?
I see humans dozing under my outstretched fingers
The cows munching at my feet and rub on my body
And the horizon far, far away dotted with green bushy trees

What can I hear from my perch in the orchard ?
I hear a young sparrow gleefully singing his favourite song
The bees buzzing in and out of my silky white ears
And the rumble of a distant car hurtling along the road

What can I feel from my perch in the orchard ?
I can feel the tall green grass tickling my knees
The wind rustling my hair and slightly chilling my body all over
And the pain as animals steps on my toes or snaps my arms

But as the winter draws near and my leaves have gone
I can see everything and everyone !
-- Hannah Puddy --


A Blossom Orchard

As I sit I see
A pencil line a pencil of blue drawn across a meadow
A bee gathering nectar, doing the flower a favour
Birds flying to their young
And as I see these I think
How wonderful nature is
To make animals fly
For the dainty white blossoms
To perch on a branch
like pretty maidens
and how old, old trees can look
so mysterious
with their long thick branches
Forming shadowed dens to hide in
The dazzling sun reflected
Off a mirror lake.

The leaves ware waving
"hello" they seem to say
come and see our orchard
explore our dens
and smell the dainty maids of pink
on our branches
Cows of cream smooth brown
And pitch black
Graze lazily
And their coats shine in the sun
This meadow has been the same for 100 years
And as the sun pours onto the field
I don't want it to change.
-- Bel Pye --


Group Poems
Blossom and apples

I unleash a bomb of blossom
And it soars off in the breeze
A single bee flies onto my petals
Then returns to its hive
What is this below me ?
Some humans resting from the heat
Down below my blossom filled branches
Long grass grows creeping up on me !
My blossom has gone now
But tasty new apples have grown on me !
Humans picking thankfully
Thankfully
Thanking me.
-- Robbie Marshall --


An orchard

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 -
An orchard.
-- Jessica Searle --


A snow white bride

A snow white bride
All lace and pink touches
Held up high
By a strong brown trunk

Thick green grass
Forms a thick green carpet
As I walk past
The apple tree brides

A busy buzzing bee
And a small herd of cows
Happily ignore me
As the blossom falls down

The wind rustles
In the leaves
In the hustle and bustle
Birds sing songs

Two cabbage whites
Flutter in the breeze
Like pretty white lights
That move.

I sit beneath
A tangle of leaves
Each individual leaf
A soft fresh green.

Long high ridges
Make up the horizon
Split by hedges
And trees.

Glastonbury Tor
Like a tall grey island
The soft green moor
Like the sea.
A snow white bride
All lace and pink touches
Held up high
By a strong brown trunk
-- Samantha Chinnock --



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