Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


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 --


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
-- Flora Emeney --


Group Poems
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 --


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 --


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 --



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