spring morning

kerry of picklemethis land posted her spring poem a few days back. now i shall post mine. it is not written by me but has been read by me many a-many-many time. sometimes a few lines will just trip-sing through my head for days. and it certainly reminds me of the old plain hardcover book where i first found it, which is hopefully still somewhere around mum’s casa.

and the picture is from my now-long-ago trip to see claire in londontown. i sat in that park and looked at the row of houses where miss adeline virginia stephens lived, in gordon square.

Spring Morning
By A. A. Milne

Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow –

Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow –

Anywhere, anywhere, I don’t know

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.

Where am I going? The shadows pass,

Little ones, baby ones, over the grass

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You’d sail on water as blue as air,

And you’d see me here in the fields and say:

“Doesn’t the sky look green today?”

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
“It’s awful fun to be born at all.”

Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:

“We do have beautiful things to do.”

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You’d lean on the wind when the wind came by,

You’d say to the wind when it took you away:

“That’s where I wanted to go today!”

Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
What does it matter where people go?

Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow –

Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know.

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2 thoughts on “spring morning

  1. before i scrolled down i hoped and hoped that that would be the poem you meant. nice to get what you want in life sometimes!!xx

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