Spring Morning
A. A. Milne
1882 to 1956
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Where am I going? I don't quite know.
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
"We do have beautiful things to do."
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow—
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow—
"Doesn't the sky look green to-day?"
What does it matter where people go?
Up on the hill where the pine trees blow—
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
"That's where I wanted to go to-day!"