Hugh Sexey - Wassail
The coming of spring

The wind whistling in my ears
The cold breeze brushing against my face
Daffodils blooming, primroses bright
Thorns crawling over my feet
Winding ivy climbing the trees
Mossy banks of grass to sit on
The cockerel crows to the dawn of spring.
-- Martha Emeney and Serin Rayner --


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 --


Hibernation

A blanket of sleep thrown haphazardly
Over the weary orchard.
Silence now, but for the soft rustling
Of the wind against the fresh green grass.

One chestnut horse lingers in the corner
Of the otherwise empty orchard
He looks not quite sure that he should be there
But he is waiting for something

Perhaps a cataclysm to occur
Soft yellow primroses bloom in the stillness.
A harsh grey wind whips about my hair
And through my fingers.

Next season the orchard
Will be buzzing with life and vigour
But for now a still mist
Drifts into place and time stops.
-- Carla Gordon --


Group Poems
The tree diary

Sept 23rd 2002

The apples are flocking off the trees
Like sheep in a field at feeding time.
All my growing, all my hard work
For nothing. The humans just take our apples,
With no respect. They don't listen
And it's too busy. Too busy.

March 3rd 2003

The trees are dull. The sky is dull
The orchard is dull.
No one has worked on us like they used to
I wish it was October when I was loved and known
As the biggest and best apple producer.
But now I am just a tree. Now I'm dull.

April 29th 2003

My pink blossom has grown
And overloaded out of my fingers
My beautiful blossom shimmers
In the new spring sky of many colours
As the orchard re grows.
The orchard is becoming alive again.

June 11th 2003

My blossom is now buds.
My buds will be apples

August 20th 2003

My apples will be cider
And once again I will be used
Loved, Happy
The good old days.

September 23rd 2003

What was I thinking
Looking forward to the cider season
It's horrible. Non stop apple picking
It seems apple picking has reared
Its hideous head again.
This is hell on earth.

March 3rd 2004

I miss the attention....
-- Robert Sparks --


A tree

I stand here
Cold but not lonely
Others all around me
The daffodil bright yellow
Popping its head out to another spring day
The grass quivering in the wind
The horse walking around silently
Eating happily
And the brambles pricking people
As they walk past.
In the orchard silent but not lonely.
-- Christie Zanelli --


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 --



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