Analysis Of The Red Wheelbarrow

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The poem “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams reminds me of the many summer nights helping my grandparents on the farm. My summer consists of watering and maintaining plants, like our tomatoes, strawberries, watermelons, and cucumbers. Through all this hard work one thing always prevails our wheelbarrow. Our wheelbarrow is not red, but maybe it was a long time ago. My grandparents’ wheelbarrow is large, rusted, and squeaks when transporting anything needed. I remember being one of the objects being transported in the wheelbarrow. My sister and I would play in the wheelbarrow pushing each other around having the best time in the world. These memories I miss in the winter time. I miss sitting on the porch socializing with my relatives