Hugh Sexey - Harvest
The colour of leaves

Sacks of apples under the tree
Roger Wilkins laughing with glee
The colour of leaves stuns my sight
I never knew they could reflect so much light

Down in the shed the murmured talk
You can even hear it when you walk
In the barn where apple get presses
Drinking apple juice you never get stressed
-- Jack Rowley Noble --


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.
-- Christie Zanelli --


Orchard of Feelings

Hundreds of apples shading me from the violent sun
Around me, a rainbow surrounds
The ground of beautiful greens
Behind me, a crowd of birds sing their sweetest song
While picking at bruised apples.

In front of me I see a world of silence
Laying and waiting for something to stir up
Inside me I feel happy, sad, hurt and well
Outside me, the grass tickles my fingertips
While I gently fall into a calm sleep.
-- Jessica Searle --


Group Poems
Apple juice

Nice and sweet
Then becomes sour
Nice and fresh from the apples

Very yummy I need more
Glass by glass
Can't be enough

Very refreshing
On a warm autumn day
Tastes like a cider apple

The smell of apples
Being crushed
The workmen making cider.
-- Serin Rayner --


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 --


A Somerset Orchard

Glastonbury Tor
Tall and grey
Across the sea
Of patchwork fields.

Closer towards me
Green and red
Apple trees
In a Somerset Orchard.
-- Samantha Chinnock --



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