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
Looking out to Avalon
An eternal sunlit plain reaches
Out to the shroud of purple haze
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.
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.
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.
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.
Through blossom filled trees
I see the Tor in the distance
Buttercups in the fields
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.