Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


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 --


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 --


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 --


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 --


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 --



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