Where are you from, the cloud from the land of rains of the Stepans. A funny incident from life. Folk signs of May
JUNE
The sun is shining brightly in the sky,
But it's not hot in the thick shade.
Here and there chicks sing -
The forests are new residents.
JULY
In golden flowers the edge,
The bees dance in a circle.
A frog screams in the reeds:
It's raining because of the river.
AUGUST
It's warm in the forest until the morning
From resinous pines.
A squirrel carries a mushroom into a hollow...
Autumn is coming.
STRAW SUMMER
Straw summer
Straw sand.
Straw hat
Slides to the temple.
Strawy distances
Straw days.
Straw horses
Visible in the sun.
Straw sky
Straw hut.
I draw with a straw,
Forgetting about the pencil.
STUPID SCARECROW
Rain is drizzling from the sky,
There is a rustling in the leaves of the garden.
The vegetable garden is getting wet,
The ball gets wet at the goal.
Why are you standing there, scarecrow?
Why are you sad, stupid?
One is a hand
Two is a hand
Scatter the clouds!
Stand up on one leg -
Get a rainbow from the sky.
IN THE CITY OF HERBS
On every blade of grass
Hangs on the dewdrop.
On every dewdrop -
Drop by drop of dawn.
Colored ones are burning
There are lanterns on the grass.
Lanterns in the meadows
Light up in the summer
Not late in the evening
And in the morning, at dawn.
Not afraid of bugs
And fun for the midges
Jump along the ravines
Run along the paths.
FUNNY FRIEND
The meadow laughs, the meadow laughs
Cheerful flowers.
And beyond the seas and beyond the forests
Colored voice echo
Carried away by the winds.
He laughs all day until he tears up
To the sound of tears -
Evening growing up.
I leaned over the river
He scooped up water with his hand,
Suddenly I look, and in the palm of my hand
The horses are racing restlessly.
The white sides are breathing...
How fast does it drive?
Wind in the sky clouds.
The wind flew across the field -
The bell rang.
I don’t understand where he’s from,
Is there a ringing sound in the field?
I looked through all my eyes:
There is wind and a goat in the field.
CLOUD
Ah, what a cloud,
The cloud is deep
White and light
Right above me.
Oh, what a cloud
The cloud is high
The cloud is distant -
Can't reach with your hand.
Will swim and hide
In the field outside the outskirts,
He will wash himself in the lake
Fresh water.
LOPUSHINAYA STREET
Lopushinaya street,
Partial shade, half sleep.
Lopusha residents
They look from different sides.
The ears are babbling,
They are bursting with burlap,
They don't bother anyone
They're not in a hurry.
Lop-Ear Lives
Burdocks in the burdock forest,
And don't talk about the jungle
Them to tell me.
Don't let them know
On the native shores,
Which are a little similar
To distant elephants.
WIND
The wind ran away somewhere
Summer wind at an early hour.
And when evening came,
He came back and hugged us.
And it smelled like mint,
Wrinkled, unwrinkled.
VISITING
I'm at my grandmother's in the village,
Where the burdocks are raging,
Birds jump through the trees
The roosters are crowing.
Adults and children walk
Along the paths barefoot,
The wind girdles
Us with an air belt.
From log wells
With cranes in the air
The housewives get the sun,
They carry me along the street.
Mowing has begun in the meadows,
And, as if by chance,
Wasps in striped T-shirts
They come to us for tea...
Do you want - do you want -
And meet me!
WHERE ARE YOU FROM, PRESNYA?
- Where are you from, cloud?
- From the country of rains.
- Where are you from, river?
- I am the sister of the seas.
-Where are you from, wind?
- From a steppe country.
- Where are you from, song?
- I come from silence.
BAD WEATHER
Non-flying weather,
Dripping bells.
They sit and wait for the flight
Quiet starlings.
They sit and wait for the light to appear
In the rainy sky.
Swinging on the branches
Their home is an airfield.
MILK CLOUDS
Looking down on the village
The clouds were falling.
They descended slowly
White foam rustling.
We went down and then
They gave me milk to drink
All cows!
Short and beautiful poems about summer for children 3-4 years old
He wears a dandelion and a yellow sundress. When he grows up, he dresses up in a white dress.
Summer is a hot time, The sun is shining in the morning, Even if it rains, Everything around is shining and singing. In summer there is a blue river And clouds float in it, The berries are burning like rubies, It's time for vacation for the guys.
Author: Elena Erato
- Why is Summer not enough for all the guys? - Summer, like chocolate, melts very quickly!
Author: V. Orlov
We walked, sunbathed, played near the lake. We sat on a bench, ate two cutlets. They brought the little frog and grew up a little.
June has arrived. “June!” June!" -Birds are chirping in the garden. Just blow on a dandelion, and it will all fly away.
Haymaking begins in July. Somewhere thunder sometimes grumbles. And a young swarm of bees is ready to leave the hive.
We collect the fruit harvest in August. There is a lot of joy for people after all the work. The sun stands over the spacious fields. And the sunflower is filled with black grains.
Author: S. Marshak
I paint summer - What color? With red paint - the Sun, There are roses on the lawns, And green - the field, There are mowings in the meadows. With blue paint - the sky And the melodious stream. And what paint will I leave for the cloud? I paint summer - It’s very difficult...
Poems about summer for children 4-5 years old
“Walk!” - the forest path beckoned. And then Alyoshka walked along the path!... After all, in the summer in the forest It’s interesting, like in a fairy tale: Bushes and trees, Flowers and frogs, And green grass Softer than a pillow!...
Author: B. Zakhoder
Hooray! Hooray! Hurray! It's a wonderful time, When summer comes and it's hot. On fine days I don't like to sit in the shade, I like to swim here: There is a beach, sand and a pond. I swim, I swim, And I dive and splash, Then I'll rest a little And all over again I'll start!
Unexpectedly, out of the blue, Suddenly summer has arrived. On the street and in the park, It’s already quite warm. The foliage has all blossomed, The streams have dried up. Cheerful children are playing by the river. Where does so much light come from? The sun has risen! Summer has already come, It’s warm outside!
The sun is shining brightly. There is warmth in the air. And wherever you look, everything around is light! The meadow is full of bright flowers. Dark sheets are dipped in gold.
In the middle of the yard there is Heat, Standing and roasting in the morning. You climb into the depths of the yard - And in the depths there is Heat. It’s time for the Heat to go away, But in spite of everyone there is Heat! Today, tomorrow and yesterday There is Heat, Heat, Heat everywhere... Well, isn’t she too lazy to Stand in the sun all day?
Again summer laughs through the open window, and the sun and the light are full, full, full! Again, panties and T-shirts lie on the shore, and the lawns bask in the daisy snow!
Poems about summer for children 6-7 years old
The blue cloud was walking clear sky blue, Suddenly the rain fell and summer thunder rang out.
Where the droplets fell, A sea of blue cornflowers, Where the lightning flashed, There were no traces left.
Again the sun in the clear sky shone white light. The daisies bloomed in the field and there was no more bad weather.
A rainbow blooms in the sky with a multi-colored arc, With barely audible steps, the July day is coming towards us.
What will you give me, summer? - A lot of sunshine! There's a rainbow in the sky! And daisies in the meadow! - What else will you give me? - A key ringing in the silence, Pines, maples and oaks, Strawberries and mushrooms! I'll give you a cookie, So that when you go out to the edge of the forest, you shout to her louder: “Tell me your fortune as soon as possible!” And she answered you with a Fortune teller for many years!
I woke up early in the morning. The sun is just rising and with its rosy ray it’s calling me to travel. Past dad, past mom I’m walking on tiptoe. And outside the door there’s a hubbub of birds, rustling leaves in the garden. How summer is it! How much light! In our morning garden! And I couldn’t be happier! I’m going to travel!
A golden sunflower, Petals are rays. He is the son of the sun and a cheerful cloud. In the morning he wakes up, The sun shines, At night his yellow eyelashes close.
In the summer, our sunflower is like a colored lantern. In the fall, it will give us black seeds.
The wind ran away somewhere
Summer wind at an early hour.
And when evening came,
He came back and hugged us.
And it smelled like mint,
Wrinkled, unwrinkled.
I'm at my grandmother's in the village,
Where the burdocks are raging,
Birds jump through the trees
The roosters are crowing.
Adults and children walk
Along the paths barefoot,
The wind girdles
Us with an air belt.
From log wells
With cranes in the air
The housewives get the sun,
They carry me along the street.
Mowing has begun in the meadows,
And, as if by chance,
Wasps in striped T-shirts
They come to us for tea...
Do you want - do you want -
And meet me!
WHERE ARE YOU FROM, PRESNYA?
- Where are you from, cloud?
- From the country of rains.
Where are you from, river?
- I am the sister of the seas.
Where are you from, wind?
- From a steppe country.
Where are you from, song?
- I come from silence.
Non-flying weather,
Dripping bells.
They sit and wait for the flight
Quiet starlings.
They sit and wait for the light to dawn
In the rainy sky.
Swinging on the branches
Their home is an airfield.
Looking down on the village
The clouds were falling.
They descended slowly
White foam rustling.
We went down and then
They gave me milk to drink
All cows!
The holiday is bright and cheerful
Snuck up on us in December,
In cities, towns, villages
Everything is ready now.
New Year's fairy tale - time,
And we believe in miracles!
New Year is just outside the door,
And half an hour until happiness.
I'm going north to Santa Claus
I am writing the letter diligently.
It will come - I believe in it,
I will get something in return.
I'll brag to my mom and dad,
And at the same time to all my friends,
What a rich Santa Claus,
How much he loves me.
I forgot about one thing:
Touch the staff just like that
It won't work out.
Just touch it with your hand,
You will become a block of snow,
And you can't hide from the cold
Behind the scarf and mitten.
You know, you'll have to fly in your dreams
On magic horses.
And while I sit and dream,
I read different books,
I'm waiting for him to come to us
Santa Claus and New Year.
It was quiet in the house in the morning,
I wrote on my palm
Mom's name.
Not in a notebook, on a piece of paper,
Not on a stone wall -
I wrote on my hand
Mom's name.
It was quiet in the house in the morning,
It became noisy during the day.
-What did you hide in your palm? –
They started asking me.
I unclenched my hand:
I held happiness
Oh, so good
Good Santa Claus!
Christmas tree for us for the holiday
Brought it from the forest.
The lights are sparkling
Red, blue!
It’s good for us, Yolka,
Have fun with you!
So that the little earth can spend the winter without hassle,
Autumn sews a patchwork blanket for her.
Carefully sews the leaf to the leaf,
Use a pine needle to adjust the stitch.
Leaves to choose from - any will come in handy.
Here the purple one lies next to the crimson one,
Although the seamstress really likes the golden color,
Brown and even spotted will do.
They are carefully held together by a thread of spider web.
You won't find a more beautiful picture than this.
You turned seven today
Happy Birthday, son,
You are absolutely a man
A piece of my heart.
May happiness be like a shadow
Always with you.
So that in life every day
Was filled with affectionate soul.
I'm with you, my son,
I'll be there day and night.
You are my scarlet flower,
What brings joy to mom.
My child has grown up
And you are seven today.
Happy Birthday,
I'm sending a big carload of fun.
A sea of happiness, laughter and affection
The embodiment of a wonderful fairy tale.
Know, darling, I’ll be there,
I'll forgive everything. I'll console you with a look.
Only you grow healthy
Always be so cheerful
Admire the gift of life
Sow your warmth with fire.
Lived in Moscow Stepan Stepanov
A distinguished policeman.
And now Stepan Stepanov -
Ordinary pensioner. ...
Who was sitting on the bench?
Who looked at the street
Tolya sang,
Boris was silent,...uh
Like horses in sailor suits,
In white, with black stripes,
Zebras jump, frolic,
And they are not at all afraid
Lion who is on the hunt
I went out as if I was going to work!
Jumps and runs around playfully
Stripes – legs, manes!
Leo looked and said in his hearts:
- The stripes make your eyes dazzle!
How to catch prey here?
And he went under a bush to sleep.
Poetry
about summer
for the middle group
"It's all winter..."
It's all winter...
And where is summer ?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer!
Summer, -
The swallow thinks -
Arriving very soon.
Visiting grandma
To Grandma Ulyana
On horseback Buyan
Through the collective farm fields
Our Tanya is coming.
Goodbye city
goodbye, train!
And towards us is a river,
like a blue belt.
A bridge over the water -
narrow board.
But the river is knee-deep for Buyan’s horse.
He wades boldly
and pulls the cart,
It's like being in a boat
little Tanya.
Fun and shaking
ride her in the cart!
Here he is running towards
piebald foal.
The kids are watching
standing on the low bridge, -
Maybe to their village
Is Tanya coming to visit?
To Grandma Ulyana
On horseback Buyan
Kolkhoznaya street
Our Tanya is coming.
They wave at her with branches
apple trees from the garden.
Grandmother Ulyana
My granddaughter will be happy.
Chamomile
In the meadow by that path,
What runs straight into our house,
White with a yellow eye.
I wanted to pick a flower
She raised her hand to him,
And the bee flew off the flower
Summer
What will you give me?summer ?
Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow arc in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
What else will you give me?
The key ringing in silence
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cuckoo
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
“Tell me your fortune quickly!”
And she answers you
I guessed a lot years !
“The summer evening is calm and clear...”
The summer evening is calm and clear;
Look how the willows sleep;
The western sky is pale red,
And the rivers sparkle with their twists and turns.
Happy summer
Finally he hurries to our house.
The fresh smell of juicy herbs,
Ripe ears of corn in the field
And mushrooms in the shade of oak forests.
How many delicious sweet berries
In a clearing in the forest!
So we'll eat for a year
It was with me for a whole year!
JUNE
The sun is shining brightly in the sky,
But it's not hot in the thick shade.
Here and there chicks sing -
The forests are new residents.
V. Stepanova.
JULY
In golden flowers the edge,
The bees dance in a circle.
A frog screams in the reeds:
It's raining because of the river.
V. Stepanova.
AUGUST
It's warm in the forest until the morning
From resinous pines.
A squirrel carries a mushroom into a hollow...
Autumn is coming.
V. Stepanova.
STRAW SUMMER
Straw summer ,
Straw sand.
Straw hat
Slides to the temple.
Strawy distances
Straw days.
Straw horses
Visible in the sun.
Straw sky
Straw hut.
I draw with a straw,
Forgetting about the pencil.
V. Stepanova.
STUPID SCARECROW
Rain is drizzling from the sky,
There is a rustling in the leaves of the garden.
The vegetable garden is getting wet,
The ball gets wet at the goal.
Why are you standing there, scarecrow?
Why are you sad, stupid?
One is a hand
Two is a hand
Scatter the clouds!
Stand up on one leg -
Get a rainbow from the sky.
V. Stepanova.
IN THE CITY OF HERBS
On every blade of grass
Hangs on the dewdrop.
On every dewdrop -
Drop by drop of dawn.
Colored ones are burning
There are lanterns on the grass.
Lanterns in the meadows
Light up in summer
Not late in the evening
And in the morning, at dawn.
Not afraid of bugs
And fun for the midges
Jump along the ravines
Run along the paths.
V. Stepanova.
FUNNY FRIEND
The meadow laughs, the meadow laughs
Cheerful flowers.
And beyond the seas and beyond the forests
Carried away by the winds.
He laughs all day until he tears up
To the sound of tears -
Evening growing up.
V. Stepanova.
HORSES IN THE PALM
I leaned over the river
He scooped up water with his hand,
Suddenly I look, and in the palm of my hand
The horses are racing restlessly.
The white sides are breathing...
How fast does it drive?
Wind in the sky clouds.
* * *
The wind flew across the field -
The bell rang.
I don’t understand where he’s from,
Is there a ringing sound in the field?
I looked through all my eyes:
There is wind and a goat in the field.
V. Stepanova.
CLOUD
Ah, what a cloud,
The cloud is deep
White and light
Right above me.
Oh, what a cloud
The cloud is high
The cloud is distant -
Can't reach with your hand.
Will swim and hide
In the field outside the outskirts,
He will wash himself in the lake
Fresh water.
V. Stepanova.
LOPUSHINAYA STREET
Lopushinaya street,
Partial shade, half sleep.
Lopusha residents
They look from different sides.
The ears are babbling,
They are bursting with burlap,
They don't bother anyone
They're not in a hurry.
Lop-Ear Lives
Burdocks in the burdock forest,
And don't talk about the jungle
Them to tell me.
Don't let them know
On the native shores,
Which are a little similar
To distant elephants.
V. Stepanova.
WIND
The wind ran away somewhere
Summer wind at an early hour.
And when evening came,
He came back and hugged us.
And it smelled like mint,
Wrinkled, unwrinkled.
V. Stepanova.
VISITING
I'm at my grandmother's in the village,
Where the burdocks are raging,
Birds jump through the trees
The roosters are crowing.
Adults and children walk
Along the paths barefoot,
The wind girdles
Us with an air belt.
From log wells
With cranes in the air
The housewives get the sun,
They carry me along the street.
Mowing has begun in the meadows,
And, as if by chance,
In striped T-shirts wasps
They come to us for tea...
Do you want - do you want -
And meet me!
V. Stepanova.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM, PRESNYA?
Where are you from, cloud?
From the land of rains.
Where are you from, river?
I am the sister of the seas.
Where are you from, wind?
From a steppe country.
Where are you from, song?
I am from silence.
V. Stepanova.
BAD WEATHER
Non-flying weather,
Dripping bells.
They sit and wait for the flight
Quiet starlings.
They sit and wait for the light to appear
In the rainy sky.
Swinging on the branches
Their home is an airfield.
V. Stepanova.
MILK CLOUDS
Looking down on the village
The clouds were falling.
They descended slowly
White foam rustling.
We went down and then
They gave me milk to drink
All cows!
V. Stepanova.
Why is summer short?
Why for all the guys
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Again cowards and T-shirts
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!
On the lawn in the morning
On the lawn in the morning
I'm running with the ball
I'm running, singing
I don't know what...
And the ball is like the sun
Burns above me
Then he will turn around
The other side
And it will turn green
Like grass in the spring.
Heat
There is Heat in the middle of the courtyard,
It sits and roasts in the morning.
You climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths there is Heat.
It's time for the heat to go away,
But everyone is in spite of the Heat.
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
It's hot, hot, hot everywhere...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Standing in the sun all day?
Summer
Walking along the path
Golden summer .
Fords the river,
A bird is whistling somewhere.
Walks and wanders through the dew,
Through the colorful meadow,
Wears a rainbow in her braid,
Braided tightly.
Morning
The meadow is buttoned up for all the dewdrops.
Silently a ray made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops into a web
And hid it somewhere between the clouds.
Fog
Whitened by the fog
Berezki
And whitened the daisies.
In the morning
Lay down flat on the shore,
Apparently he was exhausted.
Rested overnight
Department
And he flew off somewhere!
Brave Creek
He rushed across the plain...
And suddenly...
Break...
Broke...
But he rings and sings:
I'm glad,
what turned into
in-
before-
fall!
A good day
What a good day it is:
A light breeze blows
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!
And it is not necessary
Not a shirt
No stockings
Not a jacket
No galoshes...
What a good day!
Snails
Where are you hiding, snails?
In the wet grass by the gate.
In the morning we drink dew from phlox,
At noon we doze by the well,
In the evening, when it's not hot,
We spread out through the park.
Under the birches without haste
We eat russula.
* * *
Golden bee sweet honey
Collected flying , in a clay pot.
Collected, flying through fields, meadows,
Tired of not knowing, a priceless gift to us.
Collected, I won’t hide, summer warmth,
So that it can warm us in winter.
August
August never gets tired
Looking into all the gardens,
He collects in baskets
Golden fruits.
Pears, apples, raspberries,
Tilting the branches, it tears,
And into barrels and jugs
Thick fragrant honey pours.
How we spent our time
We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench,
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.
Summer
If the wind blows
Warm, albeit from the north,
If the meadow is full of daisies
And lumps of clover,
Butterflies and bees
They are circling over the flowers,
And a fragment of the sky
The puddle turns blue,
And baby skin
Like chocolate...
If from strawberries
The garden bed turned red -
True sign:
It's arrived summer
Chamomile
In the meadow by that path,
What runs straight into our house,
A flower grew on a long stem -
White with a yellow eye.
I wanted to pick a flower
She raised her hand to him,
And the bee flew off the flower
And it buzzes, buzzes: “Don’t touch it!”
Summer
What will you give me?summer ?
Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow arc in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
What else will you give me?
The key ringing in silence
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cuckoo
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
“Tell me your fortune quickly!”
And she answers you
I guessed a lot years !
Poetry
about summer
for older children
Morning song
Good morning! Will sleep!
You see: the sun has risen...
And it's time for you to get up!
Look at the window:
Flowers are washed
Light dew...
Like flowers, so are you
Refresh yourself with water!
You see, the bee is drawing juice
From honey porridge...
Get drunk, my son,
Milk from a cup!
There he is dressed all over with foliage
Our garden is turning green...
Get dressed, my boy,
Also, hurry up!..
And run, run, play
In free will
And grow and blossom,
Like a flower in a field!
“Summer is red; cold dew..."
Brook
Brook, trickle,
You go like a thread.
The sand glistens beneath you.
You are cheerful, even if you are shallow.
Brook, trickle,
You go away and eat.
Bees hover between the stems,
A furry bumblebee will buzz.
You run faster, faster.
Suddenly bondage among the stones -
Foaming louder, more fun,
You will murmur: “stranded, stranded, stranded!”
You are not wide, little stream,
You are shallow, so what!
Brook, trickle,
You run and you eat!
What were they like during the day?
Sounds by the river!
They drank water loudly,
Chomping, bulls.
The anglerfish walked important
Clinking bucket
And it hummed for a long time
Loaded ferry.
And also the boys,
Like three swifts
From a wooden tower
They jumped and screamed.
Evening is coming.
The clouds are fading.
Resting silently
Strong river.
As soon as the pike splashes -
And again not a sound.
Green horses
To the blue river
Evening time
Green horses
We came to a watering hole.
They bowed down
Over the cool
Voditsa
And for many years
They can't get drunk.
They want
Into an open field
Speed away
Yes, but you can't
Break away from the water
They want a whirlwind
Fly along the road
Yes, they have grown into the ground
Naughty legs...
Green horses -
weeping willows,
Bent over the river
Green manes.
* * *
Clear morning. It blows quietly
Warm breeze;
The meadow turns green like velvet,
In the glow of the east.
Bordered by bushes
Young willows,
With colorful lights
The lake is sparkling.
The silence and the sun are happy,
Across the plain of waters
A tame flock of swans
Slowly swims;
Here one waved lazily
Wings - and suddenly
Moisture splashed playfully
Pearls all around.
Flower
Breathes over the sleeping cornfield
light wind;
He caresses, he sways
wild flower.
And a flower from tender caress
the wind is shaking,
And deep, serene
It's nice for a flower to rest
in the silence of the night:
During the day he was fired mercilessly
stifling summer heat.
The boogers were bothering me,
swarming noisily;
And now, to the fragrant grass
bowing with a crown,
He fell asleep. Burns with stars
blue vault heaven ,
Beyond the sleeping fields
the forest sleeps quietly;
Both the grass and the blade of grass are sleeping
and from the breeze,
Slightly shining, the dewdrop trembles
in the cup of a flower.
I'm exhausted
The sun is a yellow shoal
He lay down on the bench.
I'm barefoot today
She ran on the grass.
I saw how they grow
Sharp blades of grass,
I saw how they bloom
Blue periwinkles.
I heard how in the pond
The frog croaked
I heard how in the garden
The cuckoo was crying.
I saw a gander
At the flower bed.
He's a big worm
Pecked at the tub.
I heard the nightingale -
This is a good singer!
I saw an ant
Under a heavy burden.
I'm such a strong man
I marveled for two hours...
And now I want to sleep
Well, I'm tired of you...
* * *
Grandfather Fog
Forest in your pocket
Fields - in your pocket
Grandfather Fog hid it.
He hid the haystacks and haystacks,
And lawns and meadows.
Even the sun in your pocket
Grandfather Fog hid it.
Only he completely forgot
That the pocket was full of holes.
I climbed up the mountain beyond the river -
Lost fields and forest.
Then I lost the meadows,
Haystacks and haystacks.
At the high mound,
Where I dozed
Smoke from the fire,
From a holey pocket
The sun came out on its own.
K. Balmont
DEWDROP
Dewdrop was trembling
On a thin sheet of paper.
The little river was breathing,
Rustle in the reeds.
I look into the dewdrop,
And I see what's in it
Plays, rejoicing,
So many lights.
You can barely notice them
They are so small.
But where will you meet
Lights like these?
I. Bunin
Clear morning on a quiet pond
Swallows are flying around briskly,
They descend to the water itself,
The wing barely touches the moisture.
On fly they sing loudly
And the meadows are green all around,
And the pond stands like a mirror
Reflecting your shores.
I. Surikov
THE SUN IS SHINING BRIGHT...
The sun is shining brightly,
There's warmth in the air
And everywhere you look
Everything around is light.
The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers,
Covered in gold
Dark sheets.
SUMMER RAIN
“Gold, gold is falling from the sky!” -
Children scream and run after the rain...
- Come on, children, we’ll collect it,
Just collect the golden grain
Barns full of fragrant bread!
Brothers-months
The brothers-months were friends
They came to visit in the summer.
My brother brought with him
What I have always been rich in:
He carried amber grapes.
(Elena Erato)
Hot time
Summer is a hot time,
The sun is shining in the morning,
Even if it rains -
Everything around is shining and singing.
Summer - blue river
And the clouds float in it,
The berries burn like ruby,
It's vacation time for the guys.
(Elena Erato)
Mushroom rain
The summer rain lived in a cloud,
And he was friends with everyone.
In the morning he looked into the garden -
And everyone is happy to see him there,
He hurried when he entered the forest -
It's full of miracles:
The leaves are rising -
Mushrooms are visible from underneath them.
(Elena Erato)
Summer
Summer is a ray of sunshine
Warm rain from under the clouds,
Summer - bright flowers
Of unusual beauty,
Summer is a warm river,
A flock of clouds in the sky.
Summer! summer is coming to us!
Everything rejoices and sings.
(Elena Erato)
Summer day
How beautiful it is, a summer day,
The shadow plays merrily
A butterfly flutters in the garden,
The finch hums something
By the bush of blooming roses
A flock of dancing dragonflies,
And the bee buzzes all day -
She brought fragrant honey.
(Elena Erato)
Path
In summer the sun laughs
And the path winds like a snake,
The forest invites everyone to visit,
Treats you with berries.
You will go along the path into the forest -
You will pick a lot of berries.
The path runs far away,
A basket full of berries.
(Elena Erato)
All year round. August
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Black
Stuffed.
(Samuel Marshak)
Summer shower
The summer shower filled the puddles -
Whole seas!
The dacha stood at the pier,
Having dropped anchor.
Only my ship is brave
Fighting the wave
And it doesn’t matter that it’s paper
The sail is above me.
(Irina Tokmakova)
Come visit us
Come visit us
Out of town, to the country.
We'll show you miracles
My sister Dasha and I:
How do we grow onions?
And the potatoes bloom
How a worm dances
On my palm.
(Valentina Minkova)
Summer
Walking along the path
Golden summer.
Fords the river,
A bird is whistling somewhere.
Walks and wanders through the dew,
Through the colorful meadow,
Wears a rainbow in her braid,
Braided tightly.
(Nikolai Zidorov)
A good day
What a good day it is:
A light breeze blows,
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!
And it is not necessary
No boots
Not a shirt
No stockings
Not a jacket
No galoshes...
What a good day it is!
(A. Shibaev)
Summer song
Summer is laughing again
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Panties and T-shirts again
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!
(T Belozerov)
In the great world
Many miracles:
Isn't the brooding forest a miracle?
With green grass and wild berries?
Glitter of emerald
Wings of beetles,
Blue Moth Cloak -
Isn't it a miracle?
(G. Galina)
Sunflower
Sunflower in the garden during the day
smiles at the weather.
In a circular orbit
turns his red head.
“I,” he boasted to the wheatgrass, “
I warm the earth together with the Sun!
(M. Pronko)
On a hot day
The field is sunny and quiet
The hot day dries the earth.
Buckwheat became thoughtful,
Barley hung his head.
And they don’t see what’s above the forest
The cloud rose like a mountain,
That their sadness will soon, soon
The rain will dispel the mischief.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
Elegant summer
Today the sun is in a lace shirt
Snow-white thin clouds,
In the lace there is a clearing of daisies,
And the ground looks like an alcove.
Summer nature triumphs,
Marching in colorful outfits,
Gives us good weather
Longsuffering is a reward.
(L. Kuzminskaya)
Why is there so much light?
Why is there so much light?
Why is it suddenly so warm?
Because it's summer
It came to us for the whole summer.
That's why every day
It's getting longer every day.
Well, what about the nights?
Night after night
It's getting shorter and shorter.
(I. Maznin)
Let the thunder roar louder
Lightning flashes.
They say that in the rain
I'll grow big...
But outside in the rain
Mama won't let me in.
Apparently he wants his daughter
She remained small.
Play therapy file
Prepared by: Shuvalova I.L.
GESTURE GAMES
1. Game "Ducklings"
The right palm moves in waves from right to left and “disappears” under the armpit and “floats” back. Fingers right hand denote ducklings - first there are 5 of them, then 4, 3, 2, 1. When all the ducklings have hidden, the song is sung without moving. Mom and Dad are left hand and a palm curved like a duck's head. Beak ( thumb) opens during the duck's speech.
Five ducklings swam on a clear day,
Mom says: “Quack-quack-quack-quack!”
So they disappeared behind the island.
But only four come back!
Ducklings don't swim on a clear day,
And no one hid behind the island.
Dad says: “Quack-quack-quack-quack!” Five ducklings are coming back!
- 2. Game "Hide and Seek"
Used for calming. Moments of wakefulness and rest alternate, when the eyes are closed with palms on the text “let's play hide and seek.” The remaining gestures illustrate the text of the poem.
Let's play hide and seek, said the moon,
Falling from the sky into the forest.
Let's play hide and seek, said the breeze
And disappeared over the hill.
Let's play hide and seek - when we see a star,
The clouds told her.
Let's play hide and seek, said the wave
The pier at the lighthouse.
Let's play hide and seek, said the clock,
Tick-tock, ding-ding, digi-dong.
Let's play hide and seek, I told myself.
And fell asleep.
(Walter de la Mare, translation by V. Lunin)
And in the morning my eyes woke up
And saw the world around
And in the morning my ears woke up
- 3. Game "Day and Night"
Used to calm and concentrate attention. Hand gestures alternate from bottom to top (cheerfulness) and top to bottom (calmness).
The sun is rising
The sun is setting.
The moon is rising
The month is coming. The stars are shining, the stars are falling asleep. And the guys stood up, “Hello!” - they said.
The completion of the poem is an active alternation of an open gesture (A) and a closing gesture (E). You can use jumping.
- 4.Game “I see the world - the world sees me”
The alternation of an open gesture and a gesture directed towards oneself (E) is an appeal to the surrounding world and the inner world of a person.
I see the sun -
The sun sees me.
I see the stars
The stars see me.
I see grass -
The grasses see me.
I see people -
5. Game “Calm down”
Gestures are built on a principle similar to the previous game.
Where are you from, cloud?
From the land of rains!
Where are you from, river?
I am the sister of the seas!
Where are you from, wind?
From the steppe country!
Where are you from, river?
I am from silence.
(V. Stepanov)
6. Friendly greeting
The arms rise up above the head through the sides and form a rounded gesture - the sun. Interlock your fingers, stick your middle fingers down - this is the tongue of the bell, the fingers rhythmically tap each other. The arms sway slightly from side to side. Then they lower down with a free, open gesture.
In the morning the sun will rise,
He will take his bell.
The bell rings
And Masha is here, And Sasha is here...
2. FINGER GAMES
1. "Butterfly"
Finger game for older preschoolers. Place your hands back to back, clasp your little, ring, middle and index fingers. Turn it “inside out”, moving the clasped hands down and towards the chest - a “cocoon” is formed, inside which a “caterpillar lives” - the thumb. We wake up the “caterpillar” with the thumb of the other hand. Then reverse movement the hands unclasp and turn into a butterfly - the palms become the wings of a butterfly.
This strange house without windows
People call it a cocoon.
Having twisted this house on a branch,
The caterpillar sleeps in it.
Sleeps without waking all winter,
But she rushed past:
March, April, drops, spring!
Wake up, don't go to sleep! Spread your wings. Now fly like a butterfly.
(V. Egorov)
- 2. "Rain"
The index finger imitates a drop falling, and the palm is a leaf of a tree. A drop rolls down the leaf. Turkeys and chickens - connect the thumb and index finger, and spread the other three fingers like a tail. We depict the head of a poppy with folded palms and shake them.
Is not it? Is not it? Is not it? - Drops ask, Washing clean
There are leaves on the trees. Turkeys and chickens are dissatisfied, gloomy, and, sitting down on the ground, they doze under the bench.
Is not it? Is not it? Is not it? - They ask the drops. Nods cheerfully
There is a poppy in the garden, as if it answers: “So, so, so!”
(V. Bardadysh)
- 3. "The First Birds"
Movement of the palms near the ground, then above the bare bones. Then connect the thumb and middle fingers - these are birds, they “fly” high and chirp.
The ground is still dirty, The ground is still wet, But the sky is fine, It’s already dry! And the guests were already there during the day, And they were already singing songs in it!
4. "Centipedes"
Centipedes are the fingers of both hands, and they move along the knees towards each other.
Two centipedes ran along the path. They ran and ran and met each other. They hugged each other like that, and barely separated them.
(M. Pinskaya)
5. "Spider"
Connect the thumb of the right hand and the index finger of the left hand, as well as the thumb of the left hand and the index finger of the right hand. Use a twisting motion to change fingers, gradually raising your arms up. Moth - crossed palms.
The spider keeps crawling upward, it weaves a web. The web is so thin, It holds the moth tightly. The web breaks, the Moth laughs!
(M. Pinskaya)
- "Fish"
Virli-Tirli is the index finger of the right hand, Tirli-Virli is the index finger of the left. Whirly-Tirli “swims” first in a wave-like manner up and down, and then impulsively forward. And Virli-Virli is the opposite.
They lived in a cheerful stream
Two small gold fish.
One was called Virli-Tirli, and the other was called Tirli-Virli.
And they were so similar to each other,
That when they saw Virli-Tirli,
They thought it was Tirli-Virli. And when they saw Tirli-Virli, They thought it was Virli-Tirli. These are the golden fish!
- IMPROVISATION GAMES
- "The sea is agitated once"
One child improvises on a xylophone, the rest of the children move freely in the space of the room, like waves in the sea:
The sea is worried - once,
The sea is worried - two,
The sea is agitated - three -
Marine figure, freeze where you are!
The child finishes the musical improvisation and chooses the most beautiful figure. A new improviser sits down at a musical instrument.
- Musical and movement improvisation “In the Forest”
Children stand in a circle, one child improvises on a xylophone. Children are in character different trees. The legs are the roots, the arms are the branches, the body is the trunk of the tree:
There are trees in the forest,
The roots rest on the ground,
They reach out to the sky with their branches.
And the breeze flies between them,
Three or four children become the breeze and move in a circle in the direction of the sun, bending around the trees. Then the other group becomes the breeze. To change the position of standing children, you can use jumping:
There are trees in the forest,
They are growing up.
Jump with stomp to feel the feet.
And the breeze flies between them,
Plays with twigs.
You can use different images for movement - snowflakes, foxes or bunnies, birds, autumn leaves.
- Musical and motor improvisation
"In the clearing"
It is built similarly to the previous one and is used in spring and summer time. Standing children are transformed into flowers, their hands are petals. Moving children become different insects or gentle rays of the sun.
- Musical and motor improvisation
"Stream"
It is built similarly to the previous one. Children sit on the floor - they turn into pebbles shining in the sun or drifts of melting snow. Moving children are a cheerful stream.
- Musical and motor spatial improvisation “Wind”
The movement of a group of children is carried out first in a circle, and then the children follow the teacher in the shape of a figure eight (lemniscate). The lemniscate form is one of the most harmonious spatial forms and is widely used in movement therapy. We can mark the midpoints of both loops of the lemniscate. For example, these will be rocks, two children will stand confidently and motionless (you can choose children with hyperactive behavior).
6. Musical and motor spatial improvisation “Flowers”
The shape of the movement of groups of children who have turned into bees around a statically located group of children who have become flowers is a smooth curve. Children are arranged in groups in the space of the room, forming a quadrangle and its center (flowers). In turn, each group flies around the flowers and returns to its place. The center may contain children with difficulties in social communication(children with autistic behavior).
7. Game “Circle of the Year”
Children squat in a circle, the movement begins from bottom to top - awakening, then from top to bottom - falling asleep. The movements personify the seasonal processes of nature, the rhythmic repetition of the cycle of the year. (The poem was created by the author to illustrate the passage of the Sun through Zodiac circle. Each line is one sign, starting with the constellation Capricorn.)
Immersed in a deep sleep, hidden in anticipation... Wakes up in the spring, dresses in grass, blooms in the summer, warmed by the sun. From the shining distance Light pours into the hands of the Earth. He will gather ears of corn from the fields, In autumn he will shed his clothes, And in winter the Earth sleeps, The fields are wrapped in snow...
4. COUNTERS
1. Atmosphere of kindness
Used on the eve of Christmas. For every four verses, one child leaves the circle.
All the seas and rivers,
Horses and sheep
My son is dearer to me
Dear little man.
Pebble and stick
Rose and violet -
I'll give everything - no regrets
This little one.
A goat in a barn,
Crust on bread
A star in the sky
This little one.
Warm clothes.
Shoes for feet,
Delicious flatbreads
This little one.
The ducklings quacked
The foals neighed
The nightingales sang
This little one.
Kind eyes,
New fairy tales,
Songs and caresses
This little one.
(G. Lagzdyn)
2. Cheerful mood
Can be used on Maslenitsa.
Pigeon, goose and jackdaw -
- Cheerful autumn mood
An apple rolled through the garden
And it fell straight into the water - Gurgle!
- Alliteration with the sound "B"
The sound “B” creates a shell, a feeling of security.
Little white lamb
Whiter than white porridge,
Whiter than the white moon,
Get whiter than ever.
(G. Lagzdyn)
- Bright Easter mood
Lentil bird,
Show me the testicle!
Dotted blue
- Riddles
The sun is burning,
The linden blossoms
The day is coming.
When does this happen?
Snow on the fields
Ice on the rivers
The blizzard is walking.
When does this happen?
7. Winter rhyme
The child comes out of the circle spinning like snow.
Pooh and fluff, fluff and fluff,
A snowdrift here, a snowdrift here! Wow!
Shuvalova Irina
Card file “Play therapy”
Municipal budgetary preschool educational institution
"Combined kindergarten No. 45"
CARD INDEX
PLAY THERAPY
Prepared by:
Teacher-defectologist
Shuvalova Irina Leonidovna
Bratsk, 2016
GESTURE GAMES
1. Game "Ducklings"
The right palm moves in waves from right to left and “disappears” under the armpit and “floats” back. The fingers of the right hand represent ducklings - first there are 5 of them, then 4, 3, 2, 1. When all the ducklings have hidden, the song is sung without moving. Mom and Dad are the left arm and palm, curved like a duck's head. The beak (thumb) opens when the duck speaks.
Five ducklings swam on a clear day,
Mom says: “Quack-quack-quack-quack!”
So they disappeared behind the island.
But only four come back!
Ducklings don't swim on a clear day,
And no one hid behind the island.
Dad says: “Quack-quack-quack-quack!” Five ducklings are coming back!
2. Game "Hide and Seek"
Used for calming. Moments of wakefulness and peace alternate, when the eyes are closed with the palms of the hands to the text “let’s play hide and seek.” The remaining gestures illustrate the text of the poem.
Let's play hide and seek, said the moon,
Falling from the sky into the forest.
Let's play hide and seek, said the breeze
And disappeared over the hill.
Let's play hide and seek - when we see a star,
The clouds told her.
Let's play hide and seek, said the wave
The pier at the lighthouse.
Let's play hide and seek, said the clock,
Tick-tock, ding-ding, digi-dong.
Let's play hide and seek, I told myself.
And fell asleep.
(Walter de la Mare, translation by V. Lunin)
And in the morning my eyes woke up
And saw the world around
And in the morning my ears woke up
3. Game "Day and Night"
Used to calm and concentrate attention. Hand gestures alternate from bottom to top (cheerfulness) and top to bottom (calmness).
The sun is rising
The sun is setting.
The moon is rising
The month is coming. The stars are shining, the stars are falling asleep. And the guys stood up, “Hello!” - they said.
The completion of the poem is an active alternation of an open gesture (A) and a closing gesture (E). You can use jumping.
4. Game “I see the world - the world sees me”
Alternation of an open gesture and a gesture directed towards oneself (E, - appeal to the outside world and inner world person.
I see the sun -
The sun sees me.
I see the stars
The stars see me.
I see grass -
The grasses see me.
I see people -
5. Game "Calm"
Gestures are built on a principle similar to the previous game.
Where are you from, cloud?
From the land of rains!
Where are you from, river?
I am the sister of the seas!
Where are you from, wind?
From the steppe country!
Where are you from, river?
I am from silence.
(V. Stepanov)
6. Friendly greeting
The arms rise up above the head through the sides and form a rounded gesture - the sun. Interlace your fingers, stick your middle fingers down - this is the tongue of the bell, the fingers rhythmically tap each other. The arms sway slightly from side to side. Then they lower down with a free, open gesture.
In the morning the sun will rise,
He will take his bell.
The bell rings
And Masha is here, and Sasha is here.
FINGER GAMES
1. "Butterfly"
Finger game for older preschoolers. Place your hands back to back, clasp your little, ring, middle and index fingers. Turn it “inside out”, moving the clasped hands down and towards the chest - a “cocoon” is formed, inside which a “caterpillar lives” - the thumb. We wake up the “caterpillar” with the thumb of the other hand. Then, with a reverse movement, the hands disengage and turn into a butterfly - the palms become the wings of a butterfly.
This strange house without windows
People call it a cocoon.
Having twisted this house on a branch,
The caterpillar sleeps in it.
Sleeps without waking all winter,
But she rushed past:
March, April, drops, spring!
Wake up, don't go to sleep! Spread your wings. Now fly like a butterfly.
(V. Egorov)
2. "Rain"
The index finger imitates a drop falling, and the palm is a leaf of a tree. A drop rolls down the leaf. Turkeys and chickens - connect your thumb and index finger, and spread the other three like a tail. We depict the poppy head with folded palms and shake them.
Is not it? Is not it? Is not it? - Drops ask, Washing clean
There are leaves on the trees. Turkeys and chickens are dissatisfied, gloomy, and, sitting down on the ground, they doze under the bench.
Is not it? Is not it? Is not it? - They ask the drops. Nods cheerfully
There is a poppy in the garden, as if it answers: “So, so, so!”
(V. Bardadysh)
3. "The First Birds"
Movement of the palms near the ground, then above the bare bones. Then connect your thumb and middle fingers - these are birds, they “fly” high and chirp.
The ground is still dirty, The ground is still wet, But the sky is fine, It’s already dry! And the guests were already there during the day, And they were already singing songs in it!
4. "Centipedes"
Centipedes are the fingers of both hands, and they move along the knees towards each other.
Two centipedes ran along the path. They ran and ran and met each other. They hugged each other like that, and barely separated them.
(M. Pinskaya)
5. "Spider"
Connect the thumb of the right hand and the index finger of the left hand, as well as the thumb of the left hand and the index finger of the right hand. Use a twisting motion to change fingers, gradually raising your arms up. Moth - crossed palms.
The spider keeps crawling upward, it weaves a web. The web is so thin, It holds the moth tightly. The web breaks, the Moth laughs!
(M. Pinskaya)
6. "Fish"
Virli-Tirli is the index finger of the right hand, Tirli-Virli is the index finger of the left. Whirly-Tirli “floats” first in waves up and down, and then impulsively forward. And Virli-Virli is the opposite.
They lived in a cheerful stream
Two small gold fish.
One was called Virli-Tirli, and the other was called Tirli-Virli.
And they were so similar to each other,
That when they saw Virli-Tirli,
They thought it was Tirli-Virli. And when they saw Tirli-Virli, They thought it was Virli-Tirli. These are the golden fish!
IMPROVISATION GAMES
1. Musical and motor improvisation “The sea is agitated once”
One child improvises on a xylophone, the rest of the children move freely in the space of the room, like waves in the sea:
The sea is worried - once,
The sea is worried - two,
The sea is agitated - three -
Marine figure, freeze where you are!
The child finishes the musical improvisation and chooses the most beautiful figure. A new improviser sits down at a musical instrument.
2. Musical and motor improvisation “In the Forest”
Children stand in a circle, one child improvises on a xylophone. Children are in the form of different trees. The legs are the roots, the arms are the branches, the body is the trunk of the tree:
There are trees in the forest,
The roots rest on the ground,
They reach out to the sky with their branches.
And the breeze flies between them,
Three or four children become the breeze and move in a circle in the direction of the sun, skirting the trees. Then the other group becomes the breeze. To change the position of standing children, you can use jumping:
There are trees in the forest,
They are growing up.
Jump with stomp to feel the feet.
And the breeze flies between them,
Plays with twigs.
You can use different images for movement - snowflakes, foxes or bunnies, birds, autumn leaves.
3. Musical and motor improvisation “In the clearing”
It is built similarly to the previous one and is used in spring and summer. Standing children are transformed into flowers, their hands are petals. Moving children become different insects or gentle rays of the sun.
4. Musical-motor improvisation"Stream"
It is built similarly to the previous one. Children sit on the floor - they turn into pebbles shining in the sun or drifts of melting snow. Moving children are a cheerful stream.
5. Musical and motor spatial improvisation “Wind”
The movement of a group of children is carried out first in a circle, and then the children follow the teacher in the shape of a figure eight (lemniscate). The lemniscate shape is one of the most harmonious spatial shapes and is widely used in movement therapy. We can mark the midpoints of both loops of the lemniscate. For example, these will be rocks, two children will stand confidently and motionless (you can choose children with hyperactive behavior).
6. Musical and motor spatial improvisation “Flowers”
The shape of the movement of groups of children who have turned into bees around a statically located group of children who have become flowers is a smooth curve. Children are arranged in groups in the space of the room, forming a quadrangle and its center (flowers). In turn, each group flies around the flowers and returns to its place. The center may include children with difficulties in social communication (children with autistic behavior).
7. Game “Circle of the Year”
Children squat in a circle, the movement begins from bottom to top - awakening, then from top to bottom - falling asleep. The movements represent the seasonal processes of nature, the rhythmic repetition of the cycle of the year. (The poem was created by the author to illustrate the passage of the Sun through the Zodiacal circle. Each line is one sign, starting with the constellation Capricorn.)
Immersed in deep sleep, hidden in foreboding. Wakes up in the spring, Dressed in grass, Blooms in the summer, Warmed by the sun. From the shining distance Light pours into the hands of the Earth. He will gather ears of corn from the fields, In autumn he will shed his clothes, And in winter the Earth sleeps, The fields are wrapped in snow.
COUNTERS
1. Atmosphere of kindness
Used on the eve of Christmas. For each quatrain, one child leaves the circle.
All the seas and rivers,
Horses and sheep
My son is dearer to me
Dear little man.
Pebble and stick
Rose and violet -
I'll give everything - I don't mind
This little one.
A goat in a barn,
Crust on bread
A star in the sky
This little one.
Warm clothes.
Shoes for feet,
Delicious flatbreads
This little one.
The ducklings quacked
The foals neighed
The nightingales sang
This little one.
Kind eyes,
New fairy tales,
Songs and caresses
This little one.
(G. Lagzdyn)
2. Cheerful mood
Can be used on Maslenitsa.
Pigeon, goose and jackdaw -
3. Cheerful autumn mood
An apple rolled through the garden
And it fell straight into the water - Gurgle!
4. Alliteration with the sound “B”
The sound “B” creates a shell, a feeling of security.
Little white lamb
Whiter than white porridge,
Whiter than the white moon,
Get whiter than ever.
(G. Lagzdyn)
5. Bright Easter mood
Lentil bird,
Show me the testicle!
Dotted blue
6. Riddles
The sun is burning,
The linden blossoms
The day is coming.
When does this happen?
Snow on the fields
Ice on the rivers
The blizzard is walking.
When does this happen?
7. Winter rhyme
The child comes out of the circle spinning like snow.
Pooh and fluff, fluff and fluff,
A snowdrift here, a snowdrift here! Wow!