Alan Alexander Milne

(18 January 1882 – 31 January 1956 / Kilburn, London)

Alan Alexander Milne Poems

41. The Mirror 1/18/2012
42. The Morning Walk 1/1/2004
43. The Three Foxes 1/18/2012
44. The Wrong House 1/18/2012
45. Tra-La-La, Tra-La-La 1/18/2012
46. Twice Times 1/18/2012
47. Twinkletoes 1/1/2004
48. Us Two 1/1/2004
49. Vespers 1/18/2012
50. Waiting At The Window 1/18/2012
51. Water Lilies 1/18/2012
52. Wind On The Hill 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alan Alexander Milne

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.

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The King's Breakfast

The King's Breakfast
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
"Could we have some butter for
The Royal slice of bread?"
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid

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