In response to the poem “Red Wheelbarrow ”  written by  William Carlos Williams I believe that the author envisions a strength within the materials made of the wheelbarrow, and the many uses the actual wheelbarrow can do with the help of an able body of equal amounts of strength to maneuver it (the wheelbarrow). Have you ever seen a wheelbarrow become rustic from over exposure to the winter elements; rain, sleet, snow, leaves and debris? Have you ever left it out in the that environment and watched the decay of the wheelbarrow? I have. In fact, mine sits on my front yard anticipating it’s next load of cut wood to bring into my house. But while it waits, it sits, it collects that rain water that falls, and then without the help of an able body (me) to pour out the water that sits at the bottom of the wheelbarrow, the water will become a poison to it and began to change its color. Become a rustic color of red. So much depends on that wheel barrow, but if rain water glazes it, then “it” cannot become its full potential of what it is to be expected of it. As for the white chickens in Williams poem I believe he was trying to captivate the strength of the wheel barrow and what it can do for them. Carry their feed and clean out their chicken pen! Only they can’t depend on it if the owner of the wheel barrow decides not to take it out of the harsh elements of fall and winter; therefore the “barrow” begins to weaken. I believe this is what he felt because this is what I experienced with my own wheel barrow and my mistreating it as well , so maybe the author was feeling the same way, too. I know really corny…oh well that is me!

My imaginative poem called:

The Lonesome Tree

So much depends upon

that lonesome tree,

a vibrantly green,

as it stands there looking at me.

So much depends upon that tree,

for you and me to breathe.

So much depends upon that tree,

for the little girl in

it’s strong branches to flee.

So much depends upon that tree,

for in that solemn moment,

I am one with a tree!