Sestina

The pair walked through the orchard

discovering the rotund apples

to pick.  The young child

lifted by the father

to reach the highest branches,

collecting them in the wicker basket.

Overflowing with goods, the basket

reflected the bounty full orchard.

Providing shade, the branches

bent heavy with apples.  

Harvesting without restraint the father

guides the child 

by example.  The child

drops his treasure in the basket.

Leading the way, the father

makes his way along the orchard,

the ground littered with apples

rotten and discarded by the branches.

Ladders descend from branches

captivating the child

to the prospect of golden apples.

Brimming with fruit, the basket 

is dragged through the orchard

by a weary father.

With arms extended, the father

reaches the highest branches

for the ruby jewels of the orchard. 

Beaming with anticipation, the child

climbs the mountain of the basket

with a rockslide of apples.

Roll away, yell the apples.

Chasing after them, the father

returns them to the basket.

The barren branches

look upon the smiling child

watching the pair leave the orchard.

The orchard, still bursting with apples,

watches the young child and the tall father

depart.  It's branches ready to fill the next basket.