Little People : Birches

When I think of little people and deployments I think of Frost...

"So was I once a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. When I'm weary of considerations,and life is too much like a pathless wood. 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." ~ Frost ~