For today's posting, I thought I'd share a poem that always inspires me. I could try to interpret it for you (after many years as a literature student, I definitely have ideas), but, perhaps, it's better to let it stand on its own. Let me know what you think.
The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
Beautiful poem. For me, it probably has a totally different meaning from what the poet intended. It represents "comfort" rather than the industrial age's beast of burden. When I was a baby, my sister would put a blanket in the red wheel barrow and me in it, and it became my craddle to enjoy all outdoors!
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