A swinger of birches

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…
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be…

Sunday Sayings: An extract from Robert Frost ~ “Birches”