Hugh Sexey - Blossom
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 --


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 --


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 --


Group Poems
An orchard

Fields of yellow and green
Surround me in a sea of colours,
Birds gaily play in a world of clouds
Hills reach the fluorescent sun
Flowers dance in the gentle morning breeze
Shadows form under blossom filled trees
Bees sing their familiar song
While tickling the cotton wool like petals
Sky so blue holds frisps of cloud

Cockerels sing and cows graze
Insects zap across the sky
Aeroplanes make journeys to distant worlds
Petals slowly falling onto a bed of swaying grass
Chimneys puff smoke so white
Swaying crunching stillness -
An orchard.
-- Jessica Searle --


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 --


Sights and sounds of an orchard

Pink and white like fairies wings
Blossoming wide while the birds all sing

Singing louder their voices wide,
A circle of birds above a barn of cider

Cider is sweet in the pressing drum
A little boy says I can have some.

Some are red, some are green
Loads of apples I have seen

I've seen cows, birds, blossom and bees
I can feel the summer, I am at ease.

Easy going all day long
Just like the cows that wander along

Along the lake across the way
Time to go home we have had a nice day
-- Flora Emeney --



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