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1: Table of Contents | Ode Poem ...................................................... Pages 2 Narrative Poem .............................................. Page 4 Poetry Terms ................................................. Page 4-6 "Birches" - Robert Frost ................................. Pages 7-8 Poetry Analasis for Birches ............................ Pages 9-11

2: Ode to the Glory of Sports I’m happy to kick, ride, catch, stretch and skate to reach the goal you give to me To catch the football can be skill or talent to feel the leather strapped across the frame is an unmistakable dream To kick the soccer ball comes easy to my legs I can only think of your black and white color and dirt that goes with To ride the swift horse is graceful and lovely the overpowering smell is what I long for I know I can jump the fence with you underneath me To stretch on the beam becomes second nature to me I can feel the strength within as I run and leap to call myself a gymnast To skate across the ice is so cold and reconignizable it touches my heart as I’m getting pounded into the boards I will never give up with any challenge you present to me Just watch me!

3: An Odd Morning I got up that morning To the ringing of the alarm I rolled over lazily in bed To turn off the annoying sound To realize that the clock Said something different Then the usual 6:45 To my surprise it said 7:11 I jumped out of bed Like I was just electrocuted I pulled my clothes on just as fast And sprinted down the stairs I found no one in the kitchen In the dinning room Nor in the basement Where could everyone be? I looked at the calendar To see if some events Came up that morning To find that today Was not just any other day For it was Saturday!

4: Poetry Terms | Couplet In a poem, a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. Shakespearean sonnets usually end in a couplet. | ...Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never write, nor no man ever loved. -William Shakespeare | A man git his feet set in a sticky mudbank, A man git dis yellow water in his blood, No need for hopin', no need for doin', Muddy streams keep him fixed for good.

5: Haiku A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflect on some aspect of nature. | Butterflies are cool in the big, huge, green forest. They fly up so high!

6: A man git his feet set in a sticky mudbank, A man git dis yellow water in his blood, No need for hopin', no need for doin', Muddy streams keep him fixed for good. -Sterling A. Brown | Blues A form of folk or popular poetry. Graphic imagery and themes drawn from a wide range of group and personal experiences distinguish blues lyrics. The blues can also exist as instrumental and vocal music, as a psychological state, as a lifestyle and as a philosophical stance. | Poetry Terms Continue

7: WHEN I see birches bend to left and right Across the line of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?) I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows— Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees | Birches - Robert Frost

8: By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches; And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get a way from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. | Continue

9: Title: I think the poem is about trees, because it sounds like a kind of tree. I also think that if it is not about trees the poem has something to do with nature. Paraphrase: The poem starts with boys swinging from the birch trees and the trees bend under the weight. Then the author talks about how the children cannot bend the branches with their weight but describes how an ice storm can only do that. The trees then go through winter and then May showers come and whip away the snow. Then the author goes into people getting away from life and going back to the birches. He also describes going to the top of the trees and how much fun it is to climb them. Then he goes onto the life after the Swingers and how he wished he could go back to being them. He ends with the last climb of the trees. Connotation: On the very first page of the poem Frost describes how the boys swing from birch tree to birch tree then he goes onto in describing an ice storm hitting the trees. This is very good use of imagery because you can actually picture the different trees and how the snow feel on each of them. Another example of how great Robert Frost is when he uses the metaphor, “Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away.” The glass refers to the snow breaking off the trees as the sun comes back out of hiding from the winter. I also think that the part “to sweep away” could also mean when the kids come back to play on the trees that they sweep away the trees sadness of leaving them in the winter. As Frost continues onto the second page of the poem he describes the kids leaving and I think as he says, “summer or winter, and could play alone.” Means that the trees are kind of asking whom they can play with now that the kids are growing up and leaving. This part really does lead into the part of the poem where the kids, now adults, want to come back to the trees. | Poetry Anaylsis

10: Continue | Also from the lines of, “To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.” In turn the lines here are talking about a kid jumping off from the top of the trees. But not only is he just jumping it seems like he is jumping for his last time or jumping into adulthood. It is almost like he is moving on from the trees in this jump. Going into the shift in the poem these couple of lines stick out to me, “And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over.” This part of the poem could really just mean that when adult life gets hard and confusing that it is ok to go back to your roots/childhood memories. Finally the very last line of the poem is, “One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.” I think this means even though some people don’t find comfort in going back to childhood that it is ok. This memory of yours isn’t very strong and amazing it helps you to relax and take a break from adult life and go back to childhood. This line is so helpful in life because it is great to go back to your memories and relive them. While some people may remember memories that aren’t as simple and are very different.

11: Continue | Attitude: In the first part of Birches Robert Frost uses a lot of describing and is really calm about everything. Then in the middle of the poem he starts getting intense about the last jump of the kids. Then he becomes very serious with adult hood and wanting to go back to being a kid for a while. In this part of the poem it almost feels like he is longing for something so badly that he will do anything to get it. Shift: In the poem there is one big shift, it is where Robert Frost starts talking about jumping off the trees and into adulthood. Because up until then he was describing how much fun the boys had on these magnificent trees. Then all of a sudden there aren’t any boys anymore. After this he talks about the wanting to come back to childhood. This affects the poem greatly because Frost continues to talk about wanting to be a child again throughout the rest of the poem. Title: I think the poem still relates to trees, but now I thin that it represents going back to memories and your childhood. Theme: The larger message of the poem is that it is ok to go back and think like a kid again. Even though adulthood can seem scary and horrifying, people have to remember to go back and remember what life was like without the worries of being an adult. This is what Robert Frost was trying to say within this poem.

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