“They think too much of having shaded out
A few old pecker-fretted apple trees.”

— Robert Frost

Directive (1947)
Context: p>As for the woods' excitement over you
That sends light rustle rushes to their leaves,
Charge that to upstart inexperience.Where were they all not twenty years ago?
They think too much of having shaded out
A few old pecker-fretted apple trees.</p

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American poet 1874–1963

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