Monday, March 15, 2021

Wind on the Hill (Monday Poem)

by A. A. Milne
 
 
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
 
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran,
 
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
 
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
 
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes  . . . 
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
 
 
 
from Now We Are Six
by A. A. Milne
illustrated by Ernest H. Shepard
Dell, 1955.
 



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