Hugh Sexey - Harvest

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

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.
-- Carla Gordon --

An orchard

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.
-- Robert Sparks --

Group Poems
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 --

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 --

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

Tangy skins
Soft inside
Sometimes green
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

Trees everywhere
Filled with apples
The farmers are coming to collect them
Yet some are left on the ground
For animals to feast on.
-- Serin Rayner --

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