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Show Birches swings from a tree in the front yard of the, David Beesley residence. HERALD PHOTOGRAPHER,Meb Anderson, catches a candid shot of Kent Hill as he from BIRCHES by Robert Frost Oneby onehe subduedhis father’s trees Byriding them downover and overagain Until he took thestiffness out of them, Andnot one but hung limp, not onewasleft Forhimto conquer. Helearnedall there was To learn about not launching out too soon dnd so not carrying thetree away Clear to the ground. Healways kept his poise Tothe top branckes, climbing carefully With the samepains youusetofilla cup Up tothebrim, and even abovethebrim. Thenheflung outward,feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swingerof birches. 4nd so | dreamof going back tobe. esen Today SUNDAY, OCTOBER17, 1971 Page 15 |