Last day of poem week! Today is the title and poet of the sweet poem. I can remember first hearing this poem on a cd of poems my father gave me for Christmas in my early 20′s. The cd features all of the poets reading their own poems, and it was (and is) one of my favorite cds to listen to when I’m needing a dose of beauty. I later studied the poem in a university poetry class and just have been smitten with it ever since.
So much depends upon
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens