As an English major, I sat through quite a few earnest conversations about the poem “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams. It’s a short little poem, which is one reason I think folks liked to talk about it. It also makes it super easy to remember.
I thought of his words when I went to my parents’ house tonight and saw the fields bright with green grass and yellow flowering weeds. Dotting the landscape were a half dozen or more black cows and calves.
It seemed like imagery that everyone might enjoy. Maybe even Mr. Williams.