Between the trees
Green, brown, beige, and grey
All sheep munching hay
Tractors humming round and round
Not the very best sound.
The structures of the trees are clearer
The buds are opening grandly
The crunch of twigs is getting nearer
The apples will surely be bramley.
Wire round the trees to stop sheep rubbing, so helpful
Daffodils around the edge, so pretty
Geese honking at each other, so noisy
Cockerel crowing to his hens, so talkative
Lambs running and kicking, so playful.
Dark and flaky brown and bare
Tractors humming up and down
Trees are covered in all different colours
And bending in the breeze
Lots of humming by the bees
And lots of old dead broken leaves.
Lambs are frolicking
Branches reaching out
To get them,
Must be trimmed
The war of orchard trees
They'd shoot gnarled branches
Buds of steel
They would get the birds
To make us kneel.
Orchard in Time
These trees are so bare
They only blossom when they dare
There are so many branches
Running in every direction
There is a mesh all around
To stop cows rubbing the bark down.
They are so very straight
Like a motorway so tight
Sunlight beaming down
You can almost see them frown
From leaves to apples to branches
These trees have nothing but buds
Which will come around in May.