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Hampstead ; 18. Januar 1882  -  31. Januar 1956 ; Hartfield

Spring  Morning

Where am I going?  I don't quite know.

Down to the stream where the king-cups grow—

Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow—

Anywhere, anywhere.  I  don't know.

Where am I going? The clouds sail by,

Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.

Where am I going? The shadows pass,

Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,

You'd sail on water as blue as air,

And you'd see me here in the fields and say:

“Doesn't the sky look green today?“

Where am I going? The high rocks call:

“It's awful fun to be born at all.“

Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:

“We do have beautiful things to do.“

If you were a bird, and lived on high,

You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,

You'd say to the wind when it took you away:

“That's  where I wanted to go today!“

Where am I going? I don't quite know.

What does it matter where people go?

Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow—

Anywhere, anywhere.  I  don't know.

Aus :

A. A. Milne

When We Were

Very Young

© 1924

Dutton Children's Books

345 Hudson Street

New York, New York 10014

Redesigned in 1988

ISBN :  978-0-525-44445-9

https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Alexander_Milne

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._A._Milne

http://www.eioba.pl/a/2rmu/swiat-alana-milnea

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