Hugh Sexey - Blossom
Orchard Time
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.

Orchard Cows

Who are they ?
Why are they here ?
Looking at me so close
They try to find every detail
-- Hesham Afifi --


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 --


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
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 --


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 --



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