The Longing for Childhood Preservation In the poem “Birches” by Robert Frost, he uses the image of a young boy swinging freely from the branches of birch trees. The boy is careful enough with the branches so they do not break, but simply bend. The poem is remembered through the memory of an older man who travels back to a time to when he was young and carefree, to escape the harsh realities of the …showed first 75 words of 1358 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1358 total…bring back his childhood through his memory of swinging on the birch limbs. In the end he just hopes that no one will misinterpret his wishes of going back to childhood, into thought of wanting to die. “May no fate willingly 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”(Frost).