Hugh Sexey - Harvest
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.
-- Martha Emeney --

The apples

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.
-- George Cressy --

My View

I stand in my orchard
Where I've always stood
The wind whistles through me
I stretch
And release three scarlet apples
The bags of apples
Resting against me
Help me stand straight
On strong yet weary roots
Suddenly through the gate
Come these strange yet familiar creatures
They lean against me
Receive nourishment from my apples
They talk, they laugh
They draw with twigs on small pieces of white -
Clouds maybe
They look at me - I stand up proud
They make a flash cover me
From what ? a piece of silver box metal
And then as soon as they had come
They went
And left me standing proud
Full of sun
My leaves full of wind
And here I am
I stand in the orchard
And think of the creatures
All imagining my view.
-- Samantha Chinnock --

Group Poems
Cider Story

Apples go up get crushed
Then are dropped back down
Spread by hand
As layers and layers are piled on
Cheese cloths soak it up then let go
Left only with pomace for the cattle
A treat of half cardboard apple.
-- Hesham Afifi --


Apples are like friends
They're always there when you need them
-- Robert Sparks --

As far as you can see

Glastonbury Tor towers in the distance,
Like the king of the land
A shield of hills
Protecting this little orchard

The fluffy clouds not seeming that high up
Like a vibrant ceiling
With a soft velvet carpet of grass
And fallen apples

Then I see the apple trees
Scattered across the orchard
Oddly shaped but beautiful
In their own way

All around me is peace and quiet
No roaring of car engines
Just the birds singing
And Roger Wilkins deep laugh.
-- Eve Taschimowitz --

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