The Red Wheelbarrow

During Class on Tuesday we were covering poetry. I decided to pick the poem, “The Red Wheelbarrow”. It wasn’t necessarily good and was quite short, but it reminded me of my childhood. It was about 6-7 lines, obviously it talked about a red wheelbarrow. The connection from the wheelbarrow and my childhood is that when I was a little kid I always used to be over at my buddy Aaron’s house. His old man would always have little random jobs for us, looking back on it now the jobs were pretty pointless but it made us feel like we were doing something productive and helping his dad out. He would always give us each five dollars and we thought it was the coolest thing ever. Anyway every time we had a job to do we would always go grab this old rusty red wheelbarrow and two shovels, even if we did not need to shovels, it made us feel like we were working hard haha. Another part in the poem it talks about the white chickens. The relationship between the chickens and my childhood is that my buddy Aaron lived on a farm, he had tons of animals and chickens were definitely one of them. I remember many times picking up trash or putting dirt in the wheelbarrow and having chickens all around his yard running around like crazy.