Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


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 --


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 --


Group Poems
Red, red apples

The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun
Leaves fall like a glittering waterfall
Over the gnarled bark of the trees
The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun.
Only the May before the blossom was bursting
Out of the tiny shoot
The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun
Ivy draping the trees like a curtain or
The night swallowing lightness
The rusting of the red, red apples
Shimmering and sparkling in the hot, hot sun.
The rusting of the red, red apples
The rusting of the apples
The rusting
Rusting
rusting
-- Carla Gordon --


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 --


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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