One could do worse than be a swinger of birches
When I see birches bend to left and right. I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. n/a.
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Birches (poem) - Wikipedia
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Summary of Lines of the poem Birches. Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Birches (poem)
Description:When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves:
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