gardening + spirituality + homesteading + creation care
Posted on May 2, 2013
Birches by Robert Frost 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…
Category: nature, poetryTags: birch trees, birches, childhood, earth, heaven, nature, play, poetry, Robert Frost, swinging, trees
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