A poem for today, and a little history

The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. I love this poet, and this poem. He was from New Jersey, and was the OBGYN at the hospital where I was born, Patterson General, in Patterson, NJ. Williams died in 1963. The doctor who delivered me was his replacement. I like to think of it as my near brush with literary fame. It's a stretch, I know.