Spring Morning : A A Milne ; : Morning Poems : :

Spring Morning : : By A A Milne ( 1882 – 1956 ) 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 IContinue reading “Spring Morning : A A Milne ; : Morning Poems : :”

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