The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
- William Carlos Williams
My father, who passed away some time ago, left me with a particular legacy of having a high regard for red wheelbarrows. The color red was important, as was the simple timeless functionality. When I spot a red wheelbarrow, or re-read time and again William Carlos Williams' The Red Wheelbarrow poem, my father flits back into my life like a bird on the wing. Others never really leave us...
yes... so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow...and I am grateful...
4 comments:
This picture is so unique and pretty, Karen. My father passed away also over 20 years ago, and he is in my heart all the time. It is a wonderful thing when they leave behind stories, songs, and treasures. The red wheel barrow is still a useful tool, and I loved hearing the story about your dad. Have a lovely weekend.
~Sheri at Red Rose Alley
Karen,
I have so missed your blog. Tax season is so busy and time runs away from me.
Thank you for the beautiful pictures and words to match. Such lovely thoughts of those who have left us, but not really. They surround us with thier love and grace.
Love, Pam xo
Oh yes, let me get my wellingtons on and we can slosh our way to the garden to plant the spring bounty, why piick it red? red so you see it, red so you know it, and red so you never lose it! Hop in, I will carry you down the hill for chips with vinegar! Much love...
Love the photo, poem and memories. My father passed away 34 years ago last week and it is so wonderful to see things that remind me he is still around in his own way.
xo~
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