The poem describes the simple act of swinging the birch trees, a common sport among children in rural New England where Robert Frost spent his childhood.

We are back at reading Robert Frost but this time it is a bad poem from Robert Frost. Which really disappointed me because I’ve had high expectations for it

The plot itself was okay for the most part but I’ve had super hard time trying to connect with it fo whatever reason. 

The writing style here was bad, I didn’t expect it from Robert Frost who is thought to be one of the greatest poets of all time.

I give this poem 1 / 5