A Somerset Orchard
Tall and grey
Across the sea
Of patchwork fields.
Closer towards me
Green and red
In a Somerset Orchard.
A pitter-patter of little feet
As we trek up the almost mountain-like hill
To our astonishment the blossom was gone
Not a trace
But now the apples grow in full
I walk on a carpet of red, green and yellow apples
Slipping and sliding I get to the top
From there I can see across the levels
Kingston Black and Dunkerton's Late
Lovely cider they do make
We taste the cider from the crusher
It is amazing
As the day ends I am glad I've been
I'm privileged to see the things I've seen.
The time when orchards at its peak
The sun beats down on my back
Wasps nestle in the side of sweet apples
Yellow, red and green
Falling from the apple tree
While the flies and bees search for sweet nectar
Sitting in the hands of a tree
The branches and palms of the trees
Are full of glistening sweet apples
Sparkling in the sun light
While the grass sways around my feet
The wind calling through the branches
Full of apples. Still peaceful and quiet.
Autumn in the orchard
Sweet, sweet apples growing in the yard
Lush green fields and moss grown trees
Summer will come and summer has gone
And with it the bees.
Clusters of scarlet apples, hanging in suspense
Bright blue sky deceives the eye
While breezes gently blow, and the
Blue birds twittering seem almost shy .
Hefty laughter from down the hill
Where the cattle graze and sleep
A dog keeps guard over the farm
And the apples in a heap
A far away figure in the mist
Drifting in the air
Is it real, or is it not ?
Or is it even there ?
Glassy waters, frozen lakes
Upon a hill the great grey church
And far away a farmhouse stands
With trees pine, oak and birch
The peace and serenity of the orchard
Seems daunting and almost scary
In the midst of all the noises
Watch, but be wary.
Biting into a cider apple
Sour and crunchy
Yet sweet in cider
Thousands fill the glass
Sacks of them piled by the trees
Soon to be changed into flowing cider
And sometimes rosie
Gallons of cider to be made
Quiet and peaceful
Air full of sweetness
The cockerel sounds its call
In the middle of October
The sun is shining
Ripening the apples sweet
Filled with apples
The farmers are coming to collect them
Yet some are left on the ground
For animals to feast on.
Hanging Hovering and Humming
A clear blue sky not a cloud in sight
A high hot sun shining bright over head
Apples hanging in every tree glistening in the light
Dragonflies hovering above the long green grass
A light breeze moving amongst the green apple trees
Juicy apples falling all over the orchard
Bees humming as they buzz through the air
Birds flying through the sky
The rich smell of cider apples as they are pressed to make juice.