A Frost Poem Traditional Geocache
Mapachi: Some have gotten to this cache via the Hosta garden! The cache description warns against this, but didn't help. There is nowhere in this general area I can move this cache, so I am archiving it....Sorry. I will be placing the coords for the Piggery in a new cache, very soon.
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In the Augusta Arboretum. Congratulations to Dubord207 for a FTF!
Birches
When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines 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
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 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.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
Robert Frost wrote this Poem. Birch trees are beautiful and the Arboretum in Augusta has a magnificent group of them standing in the middle of a wonderful Hosta garden.
The cache will appear close by while walking on the trail through the Hosta garden, but you will have to find another way there. Respect the area and do not leave the trail here. It is best to find a way from above. The cache is in a Plastic two quart screw top jar. The cache is in plain sight, (even in the winter), about two or three feet off the ground A valuable prize awaits the first, second, and third to find!
CONTENTS:
1921 Fred H. Brown for Governor, Campaign button.
1941 half dollar
1942 wheat penny
A old Union Carbide, battery oil bottle
2004 Austrailian coin
Egyptian motife pen
a 9 cent postcard
Old stamps
Spiderman cards, frizzbee, koosh ball, and asorted pins and patches
Bungee cord, a piece of coral, pencil and sharpener
A baby Pig (DON'T TAKE THE PIG, HE LIVES HERE!)
Additional Hints
(Decrypt)
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