Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


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 --


Somerset Life

Through blossom filled trees
I see the Tor in the distance
Buttercups in the fields
Crowded together,
Sheds crammed with cider barrels
The wind in my hair
The sun in my face
And the flat land moor in my eyes
The buzzing of the bees hard at work.
Clouds in the sky hardly moving at all
Church towers creeping over the tops of the trees
This is what Somerset life is for me

A sea of blossom clings to the trees
As back and forth come hundreds of bees.
-- Sam Jones --


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 --


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 --


Orchard Cow

I'm in an orchard full of grass
Heaven for a cow
Rows and rows of apples
Weighing down the branch
Hearing all the noises hanging in the air
Buzzing flies and a power hose
The squawking of a crow
A long row of buttercups
As sweet as yellow marzipan
Blossom falling off the tree
Waiting to be eaten
To me it's like a sherbert lemon
Among the lush green grass
I look out on the moor
Seeing all the lakes
On a day so sunny
Perfect for a bath.
-- Jack Rowley Noble --



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