Wednesday, 13 January 2021

Poem Day

 

Wind On The Hill

A. A. MilneBy  More 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.


5 comments:

CWMartin said...

Here's something I saw,
so I know that it's right
Hook the kite to a fishing pole
It will fly all night

Margaret D said...

Lovely and how true about the wind..as a song goes 'What colour is the Wind'.

Crazy Life of a Writing Mom said...

I absolutely love this.

Jo-Anne's Ramblings said...

Chris......Cool

Margaret D.......Whatever colour you wish

CLW.........I'm glad

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