To an Apple
Victoria, Age 13, Greeneville, TN
                      With flowers and embroidery,
Bedecking the fabric, you sit on
A tablecloth, resting on the drapery
You are an apple, against the cloth a dapple

From among your comrades you stand out,
Glistening in the sun so bright, having
Overcome the drought,
Unfortunately ready to be stuck into an apple pie

Now I think I see you squirming, hiding from the moth
That is precariously flying, alarming close
Inspecting the tablecloth,
To see perhaps if there is some snack hide, apple, hide!
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