Riff On Birches By Robert Frost Poem by David McLansky

Riff On Birches By Robert Frost



I too have been a swinger of birches
I have climbed those snow lent limbs
In my childhood adventure searches;
My careful ascent proving this no idle whim.
At the summit of my quest
I have paused to scan the horizon;
Traditionally, I always looked to the west,
A fact that some may find surprising,
The mountain skyline air heaving in my chest,
And then grasping a branch, I would launch out;
Kicking my feet out into the sky;
As I fell I would twist and look about;
Fearless, not believing I could die.
The ice along the branches crystal as they shatter;
Spikes of silver raining all around
I would fall admist the sparkling clatter,
Gently settling on a snowy mound.

i was a boy then, swinging out of trees,
Now I am old, the tree line a dim blur;
I also have this pain in both my knees
Whether climbing pine or douglas fir

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