Alan Alexander Milne

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

Wind On The Hill - Poem by Alan Alexander Milne

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.

Comments about Wind On The Hill by Alan Alexander Milne

  • Rookie Kierstyn Sahagun (3/11/2008 9:53:00 PM)

    Winnie the Pooh! ! ! LoL. I have to do this poem for my recitation. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Anne Salazar (4/19/2007 11:35:00 PM)

    I cannot BELIEVE I have finally found this poem! I learned it in 3rd or 4th grade over 60 years ago, and all these years the words 'where the wind comes from, where the wind goes....' have been running through my head, and just now I found the poem on this site. I had no idea it was written by A.A. Milne, either. This is great! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Aniia Hill (3/13/2007 9:23:00 PM)

    I love this poem because it has my last name in it plus i am doing a report on this poem and it is due next week! ! ! ! ! ! :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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