Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me, / Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from, / Where the wind goes.
Dancing in the Wind. Photo: TLClark, 5/24/19.
It’s flying from somewhere / As fast as it can,
I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran.
Taking Off. Photo: TLClark, 5/24/19.
But if I stopped holding / The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind / For a day and a night.
Going Up. Photo: TLClark, 5/24/19.
And then when I found it, / Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind / Had been going there too.
Sailing Away. Photo: TLClark, 5/24/19.
So then I could tell them / Where the wind goes . . .
But where the wind comes from / Nobody knows.
Coming Down. Photo: TLClark, 5/24/19.
Poem by A. A. Milne, “Wind on the Hill,” in Now We are Six.
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I like this! A nice change to Rosetti’s poem that I’ve used at Pentecost:
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
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Great poem by Rosetti and good call to use either for Pentecost!
Milne’s poem made me think of the conversation between Jesus and Nicodemus: “The wind blows where it chooses … but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes.” John 3:8
Hope you are well!
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