[pct-l] A little A.A. Milne

[Edward Anderson]

Yes! Iv'e been there.

 

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 From: Scott Williams <baidarker at gmail.com>
To: "<Pct-l at backcountry.net>" <Pct-l at backcountry.net> 
Sent: Sunday, March 11, 2012 10:05 PM
Subject: [pct-l] A little A.A. Milne
  
This one always resonated with me as a little kid when my dad read it to me
before bed.  It fits my life so well now.  Some of you old hippies may
recognize Jefferson Airplane lyrics taken from this child's poem.



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 rooks 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.

A.A. Milne


Shroomer
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