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Here is a fun poem for this week’s Poetry Friday selection by A.A. Milne.

Wind on the Hill

By A. A. 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.

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