Cider farm and Orchard
As we sit in the grass
Where the apples grow
Wind rustling in the trees
Which grow in uneven rows
Dog is guarding the cider farm
As we watch apples being pressed
People helping the owner
Whilst they work, we are impressed.
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.
I stand in my orchard
Where I've always stood
The wind whistles through me
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 -
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
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.
The machines start to rev themselves up
Then the apples get lifted up
Apples go in Juice comes out
The amazing flavours what its all about.
Sitting down in the damp long grass
I look around
Red and green apples litter the ground
Then I look down and see
Vast acres of fields and beauty
Rolling hills in the far, far distance
With the peaceful feeling of tranquillity.
Nice and sweet
Then becomes sour
Nice and fresh from the apples
Very yummy I need more
Glass by glass
Can't be enough
On a warm autumn day
Tastes like a cider apple
The smell of apples
The workmen making cider.
A Somerset Orchard
Tall and grey
Across the sea
Of patchwork fields.
Closer towards me
Green and red
In a Somerset Orchard.