Hugh Sexey - Wassail
Aubergine and mustard green

A horse in the orchard
A strange place to be
Wandering around
With no one to see.

The horse and the grass
No apples to eat
What makes him happy
Or stand on his feet

He looks with his eyes
Into the trees
A forest of colours
Aubergine and mustard green
-- Jack Rowley Noble --


Looking Back

Ivy twists itself around the flying branches of the trees
The lush green ground littered with sun-bright flowers
Wind whistles around the grass singing its silent song
Auburn, brown, apples sit on the wavering grass
Trees branches twist and turn like they never end
A cockerel sings its good morning song
While a silent horse, chestnut, brown,
Moves slowly through the grass
Ears pricked and tail down-hanging.

The air piercing cold
No jumper of rainbow leaves for the trees
Rain drops gather on the petals of each and every flower
Twitters of the birds fill the air with joy
Remembering last year's summer.
-- Jenna Purves --


The crooked tree

Laced with moss
Thick and moist
Covered with bark
Rotten and old
Overgrown with branches
Twisted and icy
Battered and bent
That old crooked tree.
-- Jessica Searle --


Group Poems
Life in the orchard

Primroses sprinkled over the lush grass
Feather like clouds above the earth
Soft, cold, shivery, iron like, wind
The sound of cockerel's morning song
Lingers in the air
Such peace and tranquillity.
-- Jenna Purves --


Orchard Spring

The winter wind whips at our hands and faces
The dull grey sky looms low overhead
But there's a reason why we are here
Something special is in the orchard, something beautiful
Something older than you and me but yet young and fiery.
We are not here for the fresh air or exercise
We've come to see the trees of the orchard
Stripped of their leaves and apples
But still standing strong with pride.
The only colour comes from the grass and the twining ivy
Covering the tree like a full head of shaggy hair
Daffodils bloom, butter cups twinkle
This dull place is teeming with life gearing up for spring.
-- Hannah Puddy --


The daffodil

Bright yellow, dark green
Dancing in the grass, you'll see
Covered in rain drops
Moist and wet
See her in the springtime
I'll bet.
-- Jessica Searle --



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