Wednesday, March 16, 2016

the string of my kite

A fun little project with the sweetlings and our dear Mr 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.

Hanging on and keeping watch as we do this adventure day ♥

"Wind on the Hill" by AA MIlne

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