Saturday, October 22, 2011

Kites In The Wind

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.

Poem: ‘Wind on the Hill’ by A. A. Milne
Photos taken on a recent trip to the Oregon Coast


  1. I always love seeing kites when we go down the shore. The poem is so perfect for your beautiful photos!

  2. I used to love to fly kites when I was younger- why do we stop doing things like that when we grow up?

    So much has been happening here it is hard to keep up! Have had company for 3 weeks straight and am so behind in blogging but wanted to come and say hi in case you end up forgetting me!

    Hope you are doing well-how is the shoulder healing?

    Bee blessed

  3. I like this poem, but then I just love A.A.Milne. Fun pictures to go with the poem too. I love watching the kites at the beach. When we were in Thailand on the beach there was a Japanese elderly man with a beautiful dragon kite, I still remember the pure joy on his face as he was flying his kite. Thanks for this reminder.

  4. Beautiful photography! Those kites are unusual! You are making me want to go fly a kite! I wish my grandson could come visit and we could fly a kite!



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