Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


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 --


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
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 --


Peaceful orchard

Peaceful orchard
The petals are scattered along the orchard
Through the long mysterious grass.

Past the views lye the horizon
Then the turquoise sky above that

The sun is flickering against the blue sky
Like a blossom of warmth

Birds flutter in the sky
Singing their tuneful song

Trees are covered in blossom
As fluffy as the clouds

The dazzling sun pours down on us
Like a waterfall of sunrays

Peaceful orchard
-- Eve Taschimowitz --


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 --



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