Wind On The Hill

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.

by Alan Alexander Milne

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Comments (3)

What would we do without them. Wonderful story to read. Classic. Love Ernestine XXX
I don't know of any town in the world who doesn't have this kind of handy man - - if they are lucky! ! Love the lightheartedness of this poem, dear Rosie. You have such a jolly outlook, and I enjoy it so....Scarlett New Granny Treat
I have met men like this and I have been a man like this.This is so light hearted.Brilliant fun.Thankyou so much.Love Duncan