Tag Archives: A.A.Milne

A.A.Milne: Wind on the Hill

Wind on the Hill

No one can tell me, / Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from, / Where the wind goes.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Coming Down.  Photo: TLClark, 5/24/19.

Poem by A. A. Milne, “Wind on the Hill,” in Now We are Six.

A.A.Milne: The Island

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Cape Meares State Park, Oregon Coast. Photo: TLClark, October 2011.

“If I had a ship,” the poem “The Island” by A.A.Milne begins.  The first stanzas describe sailing the ship through the seas to a beach and leaving the ship to climb up the steep white sand to the trees.  It concludes:

And there would I rest, and lie,
My chin in my hands, and gaze
At the dazzle of sand below,
And the green waves curling slow,
And the grey-blue distant haze
Where the sea goes up to the sky . . . .

And I’d say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea;
“There’s nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me.”

A. A. Milne, “The Island,” in When We Were Very Young, Copyright, 1924, by E. P. Dutton, Copyright Renewal, 1952, by A. A. Milne.

On one hand, the last line seems selfishly self-centered.
On the other hand, it reminds me that we all do well to take time away in nature, to spend time alone, to rest, to gaze about, and to wonder.

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Green waves, Pacific Ocean, Oregon Coast. Photo: TLClark, October 2011.

I didn’t (and don’t) have a ship, the pictures are not from or of an island, and the weather was too chilly to stay still long!  Nevertheless they are what I remembered when I read A. A. Milne’s poem.

Wherever you are and whatever the weather, may you take time to rest and to wonder!

Blessings,
Teressa

Astoria Bridge - later afternoon

Astoria Bridge over the Columbia River, Astoria, OR. Photo: TLCLark, May 2010.