In "Birches" by Robert Frost, he speaks of how he wishes that he could swing around from the birch trees like he used to as a kid. It seems as though his identity has changed since he became a child because for some reason now he doesn't go and swing from the birches. Frost says that when he sees the birch trees bent, he wished that it was the work of a playful child.
"Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone."
Frost most likely swung from birch trees when he was a child and his iden…
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