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 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 --


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 --


Group Poems
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 --


Collecting Nectar

Buzzing around in the warm spring air
The sun shining above me
Bright white blossom where I collect the nectar
The cows grazing around me.

Buttercups growing in the long green grass
The clouds moving above me
Sun getting covered by the clouds
Then coming back
The wind whistling around me

As I look at the view, blue sky above me
I go back to my hive, the other bees around me

I impress the queen bee, she buzzes about
She is talking from above me
Then I go out to get some more
The other bees around me.

White blossom, open and fluffy
Pink blossom, bud not quite grown.
-- Christie Zanelli --


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 --



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