Where are you from, the wind from the land of rains. Card index “Play therapy. All year round. August
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 dawn
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 on 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.
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Lily of the valley
E. SerovaLily of the valley was born on a May day,
And the forest protects him.
It seems to me: his rear -
It will ring quietly.
And the meadow will hear this ringing,
And birds and flowers...
Let's listen, what if
Shall we hear - me and you?
* * *
The sun is laughing again
English folk song
The sun laughs again
A finch flutters under the roof:
Fall, fall and freeze!
The king sent two daughters
For brushwood in the forest:
Fall, fall and freeze!
They bloom in my pocket
Carnations and daisies:
Fall, fall and freeze!
Zaklik
Swallow, swallow,Dear killer whale,
Where were you,
What did you come with?
- Been overseas
I got the spring,
I bring, I bring spring - red.
* * *
Rain, rain, more fun
Drip, drip, don't be sorry!
Just don't kill us!
Don't knock on the window in vain -
Splash more into the field:
The grass will become thicker!
* * *
Christ is risen
M. Rosenheim
Everywhere the gospel is buzzing;
People are pouring out of all the churches;
The dawn is already looking from the sky...
The snow has already been removed from the fields,
And the rivers break from their shackles,
And the nearby forest turns green...
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
The earth is waking up
And the fields are getting dressed...
Spring is coming, full of miracles!
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
* * *
V. Stepanov
Snowfall -
They're flying head over heels!
Just now
The sun was
Outside,
We went for a walk
In April,
And they returned
In February.
* * *
V. Stepanov
- Where are you from,
- From the land of rains.
- Where are you from,
- I am the sister of the seas.
- Where are you from,
- From a steppe country.
- Where are you from,
-I come from silence.
* * *
V. Stepanov
Oh, what a cloud
The cloud is deep
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.
* * *
This month was named after the ancient Roman goddess of the fields, Maia. May is the month of blooming fruit trees, late spring flowers and birdsong.
IN Old Russian calendar May is known as "grass"; “leaf shoot” - due to the fact that young leaves appeared on the trees in a bunch; “makovey” – because of the flowering of poppies; “rosenik” - due to frequent dew in May. This is the time when nature comes to life, the ground is covered with grass, and birds chirp provocatively.
In May, people expect bird cherry to bloom. With the flowering of bird cherry, a cold snap occurs. It gets especially cold when new shoots appear on the oak tree. But there is no need to be afraid of May frosts.
People say about May: “ White winter behind, and a green summer ahead." "May is cold - the year is fertile."
The month of May is associated with one of the main Christian holidays – Trinity. On this day they say goodbye to spring and welcome summer. This holiday is celebrated equally solemnly by Catholics, Protestants, and Orthodox Christians, although different time. Popular name Trinity is a green holiday.
In the old days in Rus' they were loved and celebrated widely and cheerfully. Most holidays occur at the turn of the seasons. For example: Ascension, Trinity and Spiritual Day, which are celebrated in the second half of May.
The main event of the Slavic Trinity is the curling of the birch tree. For this purpose, they chose a young birch tree, bent its branches to the ground, wove them and decorated them with flowers and ribbons. And after that they organized round dances around the birch tree.
The birch became a symbol of the Trinity because it is the first to be covered with green leaves. And according to legend, the birch tree should give its strength to the field that is beginning to turn green, and contribute to the harvest. Sometimes, instead of curling the entire birch tree, its branches were cut and used to decorate the doors and windows of houses.
In France and Scandinavia there was a custom of consecration with Trinity water. It was believed that she, like the baptismal one, has healing properties and helps against all diseases. It was used to irrigate gardens and orchards for a bountiful harvest. In Germany and Austria, they made a stuffed water bird out of straw, capable of popular belief, cause rain, and carried it around the village or town, pouring water on it every now and then.
Folk signs of May
In May there are two cold spells - the bird cherry blossoms and the oak blossoms.Wild geese are screaming - spring has come, but you crow, no matter how much you croak, will not bring spring.
The nightingale sings when it can drink water from a birch leaf. This means that the leaf is so developed that a drop of dew can fit on it.
The beetles get excited, fly away in the evening, or the next day it will get colder and rain.
A wide leaf of white lily has appeared on the surface of the reservoirs - there will be no more frosts.
The cuckoo crows regularly - the weather will be warm and the frosts will stop.
After the rain, a rainbow formed - the rain will stop.
Flying low means rain, high in the sky means sunny weather. It’s been raining for a long time and suddenly birds start singing in the sky - sunny weather will come.
May signs are conventionally divided into two types: those related to the weather and those affecting human life.
If geese fly high in May, then the oats will be high; if low, the oats will be low. If there is a lot of rain in May, then there is little in September (and vice versa). If the beginning of May is warm, it will be cold at the end (and vice versa). Fogs in May promise fertility, thunderstorms - abundance, Hail - a hail-battered summer.
To be born in May means to toil for the whole century. In May good people they don’t get married (this is due to the fact that there is a lot of work in May, and it’s not about weddings). Live and have fun, whatever it will be like in May. And the people said: “Ah, ah, the month of May, it’s warm, but hungry.”
Zaklik - sentence
Rainbow-arc,
Don't let it rain
Come on honey,
Bell tower.
PuzzlesWhite basket,
Golden bottom,
There is a dewdrop in it
(Chamomile)
* * *
The rain has just stopped
A bridge appeared in the sky
Brightly arched,
It's like a gold belt.
(Rainbow)
* * *
The ship runs with twelve legs.
Four fours and two spreads.
Two horns, not a bull, six legs without hooves.
The legs are many, the mustache is long, and the tail kicks and kicks.
The scissors are Swedish, not the bristles are Chebotar.
Not a blacksmith, but with tongs.
* * *
Green, not a meadow, white, not snow, curly, but without hair.
* * *
The beauty is standing - green braids
The dress is white, the bark is flammable,
The branch is weeping, the seed is flying.
* * *
Green, not a meadow,
White, not snow,
Curly, not a head.
* * *
It's getting fatter
(Harmonic)
* * *
Round dance
To the green meadow
We'll gather in a circle,
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
I'll find a flower in the grass,
Braided into a girl's braid.
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
Let's start a round dance,
Call out songs.
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
I am an azure flower
Curling a wreath
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
* * *
Various counting rhymes, jokes, and fairy tales were used in children's games.
Alive, alive, without looking back
run away as fast as you can.
Run away in all directions
the game begins.
* * *
I'll go buy a pipe
I'll go outside
louder, pipe, doody,
We're playing, you drive.
* * *
Knocking, strumming along the street,
Foma rides a chicken
Timoshka on a cat
along the path there.
* * *
I'm a fox with a red tail,
I’ll sit closer to the bunny.
I'll look at the hare
and I’ll outwit him.
* * *
Palms, palms,
loud clappers,
where have you been?
Did you work a lot? Yes!
* * *
At our Grishenka's
under the cherry window.
Semyon has maples in his garden,
Alena has green oak,
Marina has a raspberry bush,
Arina has two rowan trees,
Tarasca has a bast ligament.
Is my fairy tale good?
* * *
The more we get together
The more we get together, together, together,
For your friends are my friends
And my friends are your friends;
The more we get together, the happier we’ll be.
Oh, how’s for getting friendly, quite friendly, real friendly?
Oh, how’s for getting friendly, both your friends and mine?
If your friends like my friends
And my friends like your friends;
We'll all be friends together, now won't that be fine!
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. Fingers 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 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 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 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 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 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, 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 your feet.
And the breeze flies between them,
Plays with twigs.
Can be used 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 time. 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 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 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 Zodiac 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!
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 dawn
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
WITH 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 glitters 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 its 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.
Hello summer!
So much greenery all around!
What is this? This summer
Finally he hurries to our house.
Songbirds are discordant!
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
Stock up on vitamins!
I swim to my heart's content in the river,
I'll sunbathe to my heart's content.
And on grandma's stove
I'll sleep as long as you want!
So much sun! How much light!
How wonderful the summer heat is!
I wish I could make it so summer
It was with me for a whole year!
Tatyana Bokova
***
All year round. June.
June has arrived.
"June! June!"-
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.
All year round. July
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
and ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
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
I'm lying in the meadow.
Not a gig in the sky.
Clouds float into the distance
Like a silent river.
And in the grass, on the ground,
On a flower, on a stem-
Singing and whistling everywhere,
And every leaf lives:
There's a fly and a beetle here,
And a green spider.
A bee has arrived
And she crawled into the flower.
There's a grasshopper's mustache
Cleans for beauty
And the ant groans
At work.
The furry bumblebee is buzzing
And he looks angrily
Where is the tallest flower?
Where is the honey tastier?
And the mosquito is a cannibal,
Like a friend or a neighbor,
As if you were visiting,
It flew into my sleeve.
It will sting and sing.
What! We must endure:
I'm killing in the meadow
I can't do anyone.
Sergey Gorodetsky
***
Summer
What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow 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 cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted to her louder:
“Tell me your fortune quickly!”
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!
Vladimir Orlov
***
It's all winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer!
Summer, - Swallow counts, -
Arriving very soon.
Summer needs to hurry,
And it flies like a bird!
Is it arriving?-
The Mole snorted.
It's crawling underground!
You say
Summer is coming soon?
I don't hope so!
Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his den
Somewhere…
The horse neighed:
-Where is the carriage?
I'm now
I'll deliver summer!
Summer,-
The hares told me -
He gets on the train at the station,
Because maybe it's summer
Ride like a hare
Without a ticket!
Boris Zakhoder
***
In summer
Outside the village in complete freedom
An airplane wind is blowing.
There's a potato field there
Everything blooms purple.
And beyond the field, where the mountain ash
Always at odds with the wind,
A path runs through the oak tree
Down to the icy pond.
A boat flashed through the bushes,
Ripple and sharp shine of the sun.
The raft rumbles clearly
The sound of rollers accompanied by a loud splash.
The pond turns blue in a round cup.
Willows bend towards the water...
There are shirts on the raft,
And the boys are all in the pond.
The sun streaked down.
Shadows curl like smoke
Eh, I’ll undress behind the birch tree,
I’ll stretch out my arms and go to them!
Sasha Cherny
***
What does the sun look like?
What does the sun look like?
On the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.
It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And on the pie in the stove.
On a yellow button.
On a light bulb. Onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheese flatbread.
A little bit for an orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball - Why is it hot?
If the sun is cheese,
Why are there no holes visible?
If the sun is a bow,
Everyone would cry around.
So it’s shining in my window
Not a nickel, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything else
it’s still EVERYTHING MORE EXPENSIVE!
Tatyana Bokova
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