The Red Wheelbarrow
To us, this poem sounds like a gentle rain that has just let up. You know the sound. There is no longer the consistent tap-tap-tap of raindrops, but there is the occasional plop of a raindrop tumbling off of a tree branch or a gutter. The world outside is still wet and dripping. There's a hushed tone in this poem that makes us want to put on our socks and tread quietly whenever we are around it. Because there aren't many words in this poem, we feel like we need to be really quiet in order to understand each one.