APAD 2016 Day three

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.

A.A. Milne – creator of Winnie the Pooh also wrote poems for children.
This one stands out because it reminds me of that time in a child’s development I love so much – the “Why?” phase.

From the beginning we tell our children to do this or not to do this; we hold up a thing and say, “This thing is green.” Or, “This thing is square.” Eventually they dutifully regurgitate the data, trusting us implicitly, and clap or cheer with us when they get it right.

But later, somewhere in the night a doubt creeps in, it niggles at them throughout their dreams. In the moring – instead of disintegrating with the dawn like proper dreams – it tickles their brains during tooth brushings and sock pullings until those trusting little faces look up at you with furrowed brow and ask, “Why?”

That’s when the real education begins — for both of you.

Got a favorite poem? Share it today. For April is the month to share A Poem A Day.

About t.s.wright

Writer, reader, casual photographer, nature-lover, dog mom. I grew up in a tree, inside a book, whispering possible futures into discarded seed pods that curled up and exploded each summer. One day, they cut down my tree and I was forced to go to school while waiting for the replacement trees to grow strong enough to hold me. But while we waited, I grew too heavy and awkward to climb, so I had to get a job. I spent my days surrounded by flimsy walls covered in carpet that made boxes and people who forgot to look out windows. I worked really hard. Possibilities were replaced with formulas and exactitude. Eventually I forgot how to climb a tree...and how to smile. Then one day, a dog licked my foot excessively and I remembered smiling. That reminded me of more things that didn't cost money and couldn't be tallied in a spreadsheet - like hugs and love and being happy. So I found myself a Steve who reminded me what home was. Then we filled it and our hearts with dogs. Eventually we planted our own tree, together. Even though I'm happy right here, right now, I remembered that we all need possibilities to dream of, so I've started writing them down.
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