Hugh Sexey - Blossom
Looking out to Avalon

An eternal sunlit plain reaches
Out to the shroud of purple haze
About Avalon
Out from the orchards in bloom

Still platinum-flooded fields
Sit sagging in the sun
In the turquoise tree edged bowls
On the patchwork of Godney Moor

Green leaves hang, blue or golden
In the stained glass dappled light
They shine, ornamental green faces
On the branches spread like pointed finger.

Butterfly petals flutter, vanish
Into the warm, scented grass
French horn curved branches sing, carefree now
But will, one day, sag with fire bright apples.
-- Katherine Howell --


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 --


Orchard Cow

I'm in an orchard full of grass
Heaven for a cow
Rows and rows of apples
Weighing down the branch
Hearing all the noises hanging in the air
Buzzing flies and a power hose
The squawking of a crow
A long row of buttercups
As sweet as yellow marzipan
Blossom falling off the tree
Waiting to be eaten
To me it's like a sherbert lemon
Among the lush green grass
I look out on the moor
Seeing all the lakes
On a day so sunny
Perfect for a bath.
-- Jack Rowley Noble --


Group Poems
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 --


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 --


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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