Treasure Island

Alan Alexander Milne

(18 January 1882 – 31 January 1956 / Kilburn, London)

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  • David Robinson (1/1/2014 8:53:00 AM)

    This poem is incomplete. There is a stanza which begins: - Now teddy as was only right slept in the ottoman at night and crowded in with him as well...

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  • Rachel Fraser-burton (2/13/2008 7:08:00 AM)

    My Dad used to read these poems to me when I was young. They used to send me to sleep because they are writen with perfect rhythm. Although I am now fourteen I still love these poems; they remind me of my Dad and can be read on many different levels. If people disagree could I please ask them not to post offensive comments they may upset some people. I have no problem with you having an opinion I would just prefer you to keep them to yourself if you are going to be rude. Thank you.

Wind on the Hill

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.

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