Birches

From our August 1915 issue, Robert Frost’s “BIRCHES"
I’d like to get away 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.
I want you to know I'm not back yet but read this poem

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fyi

Mountain ranges may act as 'safe haven' for species facing climate change
Phys.org

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