Apples are like friends
They're always there when you need them
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.
A cherry red apple, alone in an orchard
An eye catching apple alone in an orchard
A shining apple alone in an orchard
Now look around you.
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.
A Somerset Orchard
Tall and grey
Across the sea
Of patchwork fields.
Closer towards me
Green and red
In a Somerset Orchard.
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.