Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
Down to the stream where the king cups grow-
Up to the hill where the pine trees blow-
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky,
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
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
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:
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
Where am I going? I don’t quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the bluebells grow-
Annie @ knitsofacto says
Beautiful. And one of my favourite poems. Milne's way of looking at the world never pales.
Biba says
Beautiful and touching. Thank you 🙂
saffa says
Lovely, lovely, lovely 🙂 safxxx
dottycookie says
Awwwwww, that's gorgeous.
Sue says
A childhood idyll.
Pat's Patch says
Just beautiful
The Coffee Lady says
I don't see any naffing bluebells.
Primroses Attic says
beautiful pictures and words. Just perfect.
Rosezeeta.
Jackie says
And Emmas way of looking at the world never pales.
Alice Auperin says
Lovely, just lovely x
CJ says
Wonderful. And you have beautifully captured early summer in your photos. CJ xx
Handmade in Israel says
Beautiful photos! Beautiful words! You have made me pine for the English countryside a little bit…
Julie says
Beautiful photos of an idyllic landscape. Thank you for the poem too, I didn't know that one at all.
Clare says
Aww so lovely thanks for sharing
Clare x
Celia Hart says
Just perfect! I love that poem.
silverpebble says
Thankyou to dear Coffee Lady x
Johanne Winwood says
That's a lovely poem and the pictures really capture the mood too.
harmony and rosie says
What a lovely set of photos, you make me feel very nostalgic. One thing I really miss about the UK right now is fields full of bluebells, wild garlic and pretty countryside weeds in abundance under dappled shade.
operatorku says
nice
Jacquie says
Awwwwww, just perfect Emma. I loved your photos and the poem. I smiled when I read it was A.A. Milne….I should have guessed.
Thank you for sharing.
Jacquie x
julie says
Magical poem and magical places. So lovely to see your girls growing up with an openness to all the beauties of nature – you're giving them a life-long gift with such an appreciation x
Dawn says
Beautiful – so touching, thank you for sharing x
Vestachowmein says
I'm not sure why this is so moving, but Milne's gentle nostalgia always gets me.
Debs Dust Bunny says
Charming…. timeless photos of your girls.
bils says
*ahem* Pome and piccies in perfick harmony. Both are almost willfully timeless and defiantly happy.
Nice, very nice… and we like nice.
Streetcomber says
Lovely, I follow you on Twitter and now I've found your blog too.
I'll be back!
silverpebble says
Hello Streetcomber! *waves cow parsley*
Cottage Garden says
So delightful Emma – words and pictures!
Jeanne
x
Cate says
So beautiful, x
Gina says
Beautiful words and pictures… although Coffee Lady did make me giggle rather!
Toffeeapple says
Perfect images for the poem.
thehouseatnabend says
Your photos fit the words perfectly – such a lovely story all together!