Red Basket

Who thought to dye this basket
The brightest grandest red?
Who thought to trim it up with blue
And carved the handle grip instead
Of plain, dull, and heartless, utilitarian?
I think it was a farmer’s wife; 
Who hoped when she planted an apple tree, 
Who prayed as she watered it carefully, 
Who knew that someday she’d joyously climb 
And harvest it full of apples like these!


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