Poetry from the 100 Acre Woods!
"Solitude"
I have a house where I go
When there's too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;
I have a house where I go,
Where nobody says "No";
Where no one says anything-so
There is no one but me.
"Swing Song"
Here I go up in my swing
Ever so high.
I am the King of the fields, and the King
Of the town.
I am the King of the Earth
Of the sky.
Here I go up in my swing...
Now I go down.
"Buttercup Days"
Where is Anne?
Head above the buttercups,
Walking by the stream,
Down amoung the buttercups.
Where is Anne?
Walking with her man,
Lost in a dream,
lost amoung the buttercups.
What has she got in that in that little brown head?
Wonderful thoughts that can never be said.
What has she got in that firm little fist of hers?
Somebody's thumb and it feels like Christopher's.
Where is Anne?
Close to her man.
Brown head, gold head,
In and out the buttercups.
"Down by the Pond"
I'm fishing.
Don't talk, anybody, don't come near!
Can't you see that the fish might hear?
He thinks I'm playing with a piece of string;
He thinks I'm another sort of funny sort of thing,
But he doesn't know I'm fishing-
He doesn't know I'm fishing.
That's what I'm doing-
Fishing.
No, I'm not, I'm newting.
Don't cough, anybody, don't come by!
Any small noise makes a newt feel shy.
He thinks I'm a bush or a new kind of tree;
He thinks it's somebody, but he doesn't think it's Me,
And he doesn't know I'm newting-
No, he doesn't know I'm newting.
That's what I'm doing-
Newting.
All Poems Written By:
A. A. Milne