Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


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 --


In the Orchard

The smell of apples fills my nose
On a slope with many trees
Dewey grass soaks my knees
The birds are tweeting
Sharing a greeting
The grass is long
Uncut for days
The cows below are left to graze
A cockerel sounds from the farm below
There is no where else I would like to go,
The trees are blossoming on the slope
And all but one are able to cope
With the cows gobbling up the grass.

To eat the lot would be a great task
There are so few houses
Just trees upon trees
As the cows get closer we'll soon have to leave
A dark patch of sky moves slowly across
As I watch it move along the below fields
The bees keep humming and hovering above
The sun covers us like a hot glove
The cows are here. I'll have to go
As everything else is so low.
-- George Cressy --


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 --


The blossomy moor orchards

Look over the moors
While looking at the blossom
As the insects are flying around,
I can hear the cows munching
As you look down on the orchard
It fills my body with a dreamy sensation.

Blossom pink as a strawberry
Flying around with the wind,
Gliding across the orchard
The journey just begins.

The cows now moving towards us
As the bees are buzzing around the trees
While the grass is swaying
As the flowers of the orchard are rustling away.

This all happens as the clusters of leaves
Are sitting in snowy white blossomy trees
-- Jenna Purves --


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 --



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