Wednesday Poetry Break: Stormy Weather edition

So, we had a little earthquake at the House of Jello yesterday afternoon. No damage, just some rattled nerves — human, canine, and feline.  Next up is Hurricane Irene, to be followed by, what? Locusts?  I thought we’d take a more charming look at the weather this morning  with a little something from Winnie the Pooh.  Enjoy!

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.

— A. A. Milne



  1. I’m working on memorizing this one so I can torment amuse everyone on the homefront when Hurricane Irene is on top of us.

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