Where are you from the wind from the country of rains. Card index “Game therapy. All year round. August
JUNE
The sun shines brightly in the sky
But in dense shade it is not hot.
Here and there chicks sing -
Forests new tenants.
JULY
In golden flowers edge,
The bees dance.
A frog screams in the reeds:
It's raining from the river.
AUGUST
Warm in the forest until morning
From resinous pines.
A squirrel carries a mushroom in a hollow ...
Autumn is coming.
STRAW SUMMER
straw summer,
Straw sand.
straw hat
Sliding to the temple.
straw gave,
Straw days.
straw horses
Visible in the sun.
straw sky,
Straw hut.
I draw with a straw
Forget about the pencil.
STUPID SCARECROW
It's raining from the sky,
Rustles in the leaves of the garden.
Wet garden-garden,
Wet ball at the gate.
What are you, scarecrow, standing,
What are you, stupid, sad?
One is a hand
Two is a hand
Disperse the clouds!
Get up on one leg -
Get a rainbow from the sky.
IN THE CITY OF HERBS
On every blade of grass
Hanging on a dewdrop.
On every dewdrop -
Drop by dawn.
The colored ones are burning
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 insects
And fun midges
Jump on the ravines
Run along the tracks.
FUNNY FRIEND
The meadow laughs, the meadow laughs
Cheerful flowers.
And for the seas and for the forests
Colored voice echo
Dispersed by the winds.
He laughs all day to tears
To loud tears -
Evening growth.
I bent over the river
He scooped up water with his hand,
Suddenly I look, but in the palm of my hand
The horses run restlessly.
Breathe white sides...
How fast is it driving
Wind in the sky clouds.
The wind flew through the field -
The bell rang.
I don't understand where he comes from
Is there a ringing in the field?
I looked through all my eyes
In the field, the wind and the goat.
CLOUD
Oh what a cloud
cloud deep,
White and light
Right above me.
Oh what a cloud
cloud high,
Cloud far away
Do not reach by hand.
Float and hide
In the field outside
Will wash in the lake
Fresh water.
LOPUSHINA STREET
crooked street,
Half-shade, half-sleep.
Lopush inhabitants
They look from different angles.
Lop-ears babble
Burdling with a shovel,
No one bothers
They don't rush anywhere.
Lop-ear lives
Burdocks in the burdock
And don't talk about the jungle
They tell me.
Let them not know
On native shores
which are a bit similar
On distant elephants.
WIND
The wind ran away
Summer wind at an early hour.
And when the evening fell
He came back and hugged us.
And it smelled like mint
Unminted mint.
Away
I'm with my grandmother in the village,
Where burdocks rage
The birds are jumping in the trees
The roosters are crowing.
Adults and children go
On the paths barefoot
Girdles the wind
Us air belt.
From log wells
With cranes in the air
The mistresses get the sun,
They carry along the street.
Mowing began in the meadows,
And, as if by chance,
Wasps in striped T-shirts
They come to us for tea...
Do you want - no -
And meet!
WHERE ARE YOU FROM, FRESH?
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 the steppe country.
Where are you from, song?
- I'm from silence.
BAD WEATHER
Non-flying weather,
Drops of bells.
Sitting and waiting for the flight
Quiet starlings.
Sitting and waiting for light
In the rainy sky
Swinging on the branches
Their home is the airport.
CLOUDS FROM MILK
Above the village
The clouds were falling.
Went down slowly
Rustling white foam.
Went down and then
Got drunk with milk
All cows!
Short and beautiful poems about summer for children 3-4 years old
Wears a dandelion yellow sarafan. Will grow up to dress up In a little white dress.
Summer is a hot time, The sun is shining in the morning, Even if it rains, Everything around shines, it sings.
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 - We ate two cutlets. They brought a frog and grew a little.
June came. “June! June!" - Birds are chirping in the garden. Just blow on a dandelion, And it will all fly apart.
Haymaking takes place in July. Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times. And the young bee swarm is ready to leave the hive.
Harvest fruits in August. A lot of joy for people After all the work. The sun stands over the spacious Fields. And the sunflower is full of black grains.
Author: S. Marshak
I draw summer - And what color? With red paint - the Sun, On the lawns of roses, And with green - a field, In the meadows, mowing. With blue paint - the sky And a melodious stream.
Poems about summer for children 4-5 years old
"Step!" - the Forest path beckoned. And then Alyoshka walked along the path! ... After all, in the summer in the forest It is interesting, like in a fairy tale: Bushes and trees, Flowers and frogs, And green grass Softer than pillows! ...
Author: B. Zakhoder
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! It's a wonderful time When summer comes And it's hot. I don't like to sit in the shade on fine days, I like to swim here: There is a beach, sand and a pond. I'll start!
Unintentionally, unexpectedly, Suddenly summer has come. On the street and in the square, It's already quite warm. The foliage has all blossomed, The streams have dried up. Cheerful kids Play by the river. Where does so much light come from?
The sun is shining brightly. It's warm in the air. And wherever you look - Everything is light all around!
Heat stands in the middle of the yard, Stands and roasts in the morning. Climb into the depths of the yard - And in the depths stands Heat. in the sun all day?
Summer laughs again In the open window, And the sun and the light Full, full, full! Again, shorts and T-shirts Lie on the shore, And the lawns bask In chamomile snow!
Poems about summer for children 6-7 years old
A blue cloud walked clear skies blue, Suddenly rain fell And there was a summer thunder.
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 Illuminated the white light. Daisies bloomed in the field And there is no more bad weather.
With a multi-colored arc In the sky, a rainbow blooms, Barely audible steps The July day is coming to us.
What will you give me, summer? - A lot of sunshine! In the sky, a rainbow-arc! And daisies in the meadow! - What else will you give me? - A key ringing in silence, Pines, maples and oaks, Strawberries and mushrooms! So that, going out to the edge, You shouted to her louder: “Guess to me as soon as possible!” And she answered you Guessed for many years!
I woke up early in the morning. Only the sun rises And with its ruddy beam Calls to travel. Past dad, past mom I'm going on tiptoe. How much light! In our morning garden! And I'm not happier! I'm going to travel!
Golden sunflower, Petals - rays. He is the son of the sun And a cheerful cloud. Wakes up in the morning, The sun shines, Yellow eyelashes close at night.
In the summer, our sunflowers are like a colored lantern. In the fall, they will give us black seeds.
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Lily of the valley
E. SerovaA lily of the valley was born on a May day,
And the forest keeps it.
It seems to me: his back -
It will ring softly.
And this ringing will hear the meadow,
Birds and flowers...
Let's listen, what if
Let's hear - me and you?
* * *
The sun is laughing again
English folk song
The sun is laughing again
Under the roof, a finch curls:
Fall, fall and freeze!
The king sent two daughters
For brushwood in the woods:
Fall, fall and freeze!
Blooming in my pocket
Cloves and chamomile:
Fall, fall and freeze!
invocation
Swallow, swallow,Dear killer whale,
Where were you,
What did you come with?
- Been across the sea
I got the spring
I carry, I carry spring - red.
* * *
Rain, rain, more fun
Drip, drip, don't be sorry!
Just don't get us wet!
Don't knock on the window in vain -
Spray into the field more:
The grass will get thicker!
* * *
Christ is risen
M. Rosenheim
Everywhere the blessing is buzzing;
Of all the churches, the people bring down;
The dawn is already looking from heaven ...
The cover of snow has already been removed from the fields,
And the rivers are torn from the shackles,
And the nearby forest turns green ...
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
The earth is waking up
And the fields are dressing ...
Spring is coming full of wonders!
Christ is risen! Christ is risen!
* * *
V. Stepanov
Snowfall -
They're flying head over heels!
Just
The sun was
Outside,
We went for a walk
In April,
And returned
In February.
* * *
V. Stepanov
- Where are you from,
- From the country of rains.
- Where are you from,
I am the sister of the seas.
- Where are you from,
- From the steppe country.
- Where are you from,
I am from silence.
* * *
V. Stepanov
Oh what a cloud
cloud deep,
Right above me.
Oh what a cloud
cloud high,
Cloud far away
Do not reach by hand.
Float and hide
In the field outside
Will wash 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"; "Leafbunch" - due to the fact that young leaves appeared on the trees in a bunch; "poppy" - because of the flowering of poppies; "rosenik" - because of the frequent growth in May. This is the time when nature comes to life, the earth is covered with grass, and the birds chirp provocatively.
In May, people expect cherry blossoms to bloom. With the flowering of the bird cherry, a cold snap sets in. It becomes especially cold when young shoots appear on the oak. But the May frosts should not be afraid.
People say about May: white winter behind, and the green summer is ahead "" May is cold - the year is grain-bearing."
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 equally solemnly celebrated by Catholics, Protestants, and Orthodox, although in different time. vernacular name Trinity is a green holiday.
In the old days in Russia they were loved and celebrated widely and cheerfully. Most holidays fall at the junction of the seasons. For example: Ascension, Trinity and Spirits Day, which are celebrated in the second half of May.
The main event of the Slavic Trinity is the curling of a birch. For this purpose, they chose a young birch, bent its branches to the ground, wove them and decorated them with flowers and ribbons. And after that they arranged round dances around the birch.
The birch has become a symbol of the Trinity because it is the first to be covered with green leaves. And according to legend, the birch should give its strength to the field that is beginning to turn green, to contribute to the harvest. Sometimes, instead of curling the entire birch, its branches were cut off and they decorated the doors and windows of houses with them.
In France and Scandinavia, there was a custom of consecration with Trinity water. It was believed that she, like baptismal, has healing properties and helps with all diseases. She irrigated gardens and orchards - for a bountiful harvest. In Germany and Austria, a stuffed water bird was made from straw, capable of popular belief, make it rain, and wear it around the village or town, now and then pouring water.
Folk omens of May
There are two cold weather in May - the bird cherry blossoms, and the oak blossoms.Wild geese scream - spring has come, and you are a crow, no matter how much you croak - you will not call spring.
The nightingale sings when it can drink water from a birch leaf. This means that the leaf is so developed that a dew drop can fit on it.
Beetles are worried, fly in the evening or the next day it will get colder, it will rain.
A wide leaf of a white lily appeared on the surface of the reservoirs - there will be no more frosts.
The cuckoo calls regularly - the weather will be warm and the frosts will stop.
After the rain, a rainbow formed - the rain would stop.
They fly low - to rain, high in the sky - to sunny weather. It is raining for a long time and suddenly birds sang in the sky - sunny weather will come.
May signs are conventionally divided into two types: those related to the weather and those affecting a person's life.
If in May the geese fly high, 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 of it 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 - hail summer.
To be born in May is to suffer all the time. In May kind people do not get married (this is due to the fact that in May there is a lot of work, and it’s not about weddings). Live - have fun, but what will be in May. And the people said: "Ay, ah, the month of May is warm, but hungry."
Invocation - sentence
rainbow arc,
Don't let it rain
Come on sunshine
Bell tower.
Puzzleswhite basket,
golden bottom,
There is a dewdrop in it
(Chamomile)
* * *
Only the rain has gone
A bridge appeared in the sky
Brightly arched,
Like a golden belt.
(Rainbow)
* * *
A ship with twelve paws is running.
Four fours and two spreaders.
Two horns, not a bull, six legs without hooves.
The legs are many, the mustache is long, and the tail kicks, kicks.
According to the scissors, the seam, not the bristles of the chebotary.
Not a blacksmith, but with tongs.
* * *
Green, not a meadow, white, not snow, curly, but without hair.
* * *
There is a beauty - green braids
The dress is white, the bark is combustible,
Weeping branch, flying seed.
* * *
Green, not a meadow,
Bela, not snow,
Curly, not a head.
* * *
It gets fat
(Harmonic)
* * *
round dance
To the green to the meadow
Let's gather in a circle
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
I will find a flower in the grass
In a braid in a girl's weave.
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
Let's lead a round dance,
Calls songs output.
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
I am an azure flower
I curl on a wreath
Oh, okay, okay, Lel!
* * *
In children's games, various counting rhymes, jokes, and fairy tales were used.
Alive, alive, without looking back
run away at full speed.
Run away, whoever
the game starts.
* * *
I'll go buy a pipe
I will go to the street
louder, pipe, pipe,
we play, you drive.
* * *
Knocking, strumming down the street,
Thomas rides a chicken
Timoshka on a cat
there along the path.
* * *
I am a fox, a red tail,
I'll sit closer to the bunny.
I'll look at the rabbit
and outsmart him.
* * *
Palms, palms,
loud crackers,
where have you been?
Did you work a lot? Yes!
* * *
At our Grishenka
under the cherry window.
Semyon has maples in the garden,
Alena has a green oak,
Marina has a raspberry bush,
Arina has two mountain ash,
Tarasca has a bunch of bast.
Is my story 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 "Game therapy"
Municipal budgetary preschool educational institution
"Kindergarten of the combined type No. 45"
CARD FILE
PLAY THERAPY
Prepared by:
Defectologist teacher
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 denote ducklings - first there are 5 of them, then 4, 3, 2, 1. When all the ducklings hid, the song is sung without movement. Mom and Dad are left hand and a palm curved like a duck's head. Beak ( thumb) opens during duck 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 do not swim on a clear day,
And no one hid behind the island.
Dad says: "Quack-quack-quack-quack!" Five ducklings are coming back!
2. The game "Hide and Seek"
Used for sedation. Alternating moments of wakefulness and peace, 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,
Rolling down 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 - seeing a star,
The clouds told her.
Let's play hide and seek, said the wave
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 said to myself.
And fell into a dream.
(Walter de la Mer, translated by V. Lunin)
And in the morning the eyes woke up
And saw the world around
And in the morning the ears woke up
3. The game "Day and night"
Used to calm and focus attention. Hand gestures alternate from bottom to top (cheerfulness) and top to bottom (calming).
The sun is rising
The sun is setting.
The moon rises
The moon is coming. The stars are shining, the stars are falling asleep. And the guys stood up, "Hello!" - they said.
The end of the poem is an active alternation of an open gesture (A) and a closing gesture (E). You can use jumps.
4. The game "I see the world - the world sees me"
Alternation of an open gesture and a gesture directed towards oneself (E, - an 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 herbs
The herbs see me.
I see people
5. The game "Calm"
Gestures are built on a principle similar to the previous game.
Where are you from, cloud?
From the land of rain!
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
Hands through the sides rise up above the head and form a rounded gesture - the sun. Interlock the fingers, stick the middle ones down - this is the tongue of the bell, the fingers rhythmically tap on each other. Hands sway slightly from side to side. Then, with a free open gesture, they go down.
In the morning the sun will rise
Take your bell.
Ringing the bell
And Masha is here, And Sasha is here.
FINGER GAMES
1. "Butterfly"
Finger game for older preschoolers. Fold the hands with the back side to each other, interlock the little fingers, ring, middle and index fingers. Turn it “inside out”, moving the clasped hands down and to the chest - a “cocoon” has formed, inside which the “caterpillar lives” - the thumb. We wake up the "caterpillar" with the thumb of the other hand. Then reverse movement the hands unhook and turn into a butterfly - the palms become the wings of a butterfly.
This strange house without windows
People call it a cocoon.
Twisting this house on a branch,
A caterpillar slumbers in it.
Sleeps without waking up all winter,
But she rushed past:
March, April, drops, spring!
Wake up, don't sleep! Spread your wings. Now fly like a butterfly.
(V. Egorov)
2. "Rain"
The index finger imitates the fall of a drop, and the palm is a leaf of a tree. The drop rolls down the leaf. Turkeys and chickens - connect the thumb and forefinger, and spread the other three like a tail. We depict the poppy head with folded palms, shake them.
Is not it? Is not it? Is not it? - Ask drops, Washing cleanly
There are leaves on the trees. Turkeys and chickens Are dissatisfied, gloomy, And, crouching on the ground, Dozing under the bench.
Is not it? Is not it? Is not it? - They ask for drops. Cheerfully nods
There is a poppy in the garden, As if he answers: “So, so, so!”
(V. Bardadysh)
3. "First birds"
The movement of the palms near the ground, then over the naked. 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 has already dried out! And the guests were already in the afternoon, And songs were already sung in it!
4. "Centipedes"
Centipedes are the fingers of both hands, and they move along the knees towards each other.
Two centipedes were running along the path. We ran, we ran, and we met each other. So they hugged each other, Barely separated them.
(M. Pinskaya)
5. "Spider"
Connect the thumb of the right hand and the index finger of the left, as well as the thumb of the left hand and the index of the right. With a twisting movement, change fingers, gradually raising your hands up. Moth - crossed palms.
The spider is crawling up, he is weaving a cobweb. The web is so thin, 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 left. Wirley-Tirli "floats" first in waves up and down, and then impulsively forward. And Virli-Virli is the opposite.
They lived in a merry stream
Two small goldfish.
One was called Virli-Tirli, and the other Tirli-Virli.
And so they looked alike
That when they saw Virli-Tirli,
They thought it was Tirli-Virli. And when they saw Tirli-Virli, They thought it was Virli-Tirli. Here they are Golden Fish!
IMPROVISATION GAMES
1. Musical-motor improvisation "The sea worries once"
One child improvises on the 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 worried - three -
Marine figure, freeze in place!
The child finishes 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 the xylophone. Children are in the form 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
Roots rest on the ground,
Stretching to the sky with their branches.
And between them the breeze flies,
Three or four children become breezes and move in a circle in the course of the sun, skirting the trees. Then another group becomes a breeze. To change the position of standing children, you can use jumps:
There are trees in the forest
Are growing up.
Stomping jump to feel the feet.
And between them the breeze flies,
Plays with branches.
Can be used different images for movement - snowflakes, chanterelles 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 transform into flowers, their hands are petals. Moving children become different insects or gentle rays of the sun.
4. Musical and motor improvisation"Brook"
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 fun trickle.
5. Musical-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 form of a figure eight (lemniscate). The shape of the lemniscate is one of the most harmonious spatial forms and is widely used in movement therapy. It is possible to designate 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-motor spatial improvisation "Flowers"
The shape of the movement of groups of children who have become bees around a static 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 can accommodate children with difficulties in social communication(children with autistic behavior).
7. Game "Circuit of the Year"
Children squat in a circle, the movement starts from the bottom up - 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 along Zodiac circle. Each line is one sign, starting with the constellation Capricorn.)
Immersed in a deep sleep, In anticipation is concealed. Wakes up in spring, Dressed in grass, Blooms in summer, Warmed by the sun. From the radiant distance Light pours to the hands of the Earth. He will gather ears of corn from the fields, In autumn he will throw off his outfits, And in winter the Earth sleeps, The fields are wrapped in snow.
COUNTERS
1. Atmosphere of kindness
Used on the eve of Christmas. For every quatrain, one child leaves the circle.
All seas and rivers
Horses and sheep
My son is dearer to me
Native man.
Pebbles and a stick
Rose and violet -
I'll give everything - it's not a pity
To this baby.
Goat in the barn
crust on bread,
A star in the sky
To this baby.
Warm clothes.
foot shoes,
delicious cakes
To this baby.
ducklings quacked,
foals neighing,
Nightingale sang
To this baby.
kind eyes,
new fairy tales
Songs and caresses
To this baby.
(G. Lagzdyn)
2. Cheerful mood
Can be used for Shrovetide.
Dove, goose and jackdaw -
3. Cheerful autumn mood
An apple rolled in the garden
And fell right into the water - Bulk!
4. Alliteration with the sound "B"
The sound "B" creates a shell, a sense of security.
little white lamb
Whiter than white porridge,
Whiter than the white moon
Whiter mess.
(G. Lagzdyn)
5. Bright Easter mood
lentil bird,
Show me an egg!
dotted blue,
6. Riddles
The sun bakes
linden blossoms,
The day is coming.
When does it happen?
Snow on the fields
Ice on the rivers
The blizzard is walking.
When does it happen?
7. Winter rhyme
The child comes out of the circle spinning like snow.
Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff
Snowdrift there, snowdrift here! Wow!
Poems
about summer
for the middle group
"It's all winter..."
All winter...
Where is summer ?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer!
Summer, -
Swallow thinks -
Coming very soon.
Visiting Grandma
To grandmother Ulyana
On the horse Buyan
Through the collective farm fields
Our Tanya is coming.
Goodbye city
goodbye train!
And towards the river
like a blue belt.
Bridge over the water
narrow board.
But the river Buyan is knee-deep.
He wades boldly
and pulling a cart
Like riding in a boat
little Tanya.
Fun and shaky
to go to her in a cart!
Here it runs towards
colt piebald.
The kids are watching
standing on a low bridge, -
Maybe to them in the village
Tanya is coming to visit?
To grandmother Ulyana
On the horse Buyan
Collective farm street
Our Tanya is coming.
Wave branches to her
apple trees from the garden.
Grandmother Ulyana
granddaughter will be happy.
chamomile
In the meadow by that path
What runs to us right into the house,
White with a yellow eye.
I wanted to pick a flower
Raised her hand to him
And the bee flew off the flower
Summer
What will you give mesummer ?
Lots of sunshine!
Rainbows in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
What else will you give me?
The key that rings in silence
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I will give you a cuckoo
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
"Guess me quickly!"
And she answers you
Foretold a lot years !
"Summer evening is quiet and clear..."
The summer evening is quiet and clear;
See how the willows doze;
The west of the sky is pale red,
And the rivers shine meanders.
Happy summer
Finally hurries to our house.
Fresh smell of juicy herbs,
Ripe ears in the field
And mushrooms in the shade of oak forests.
How many delicious sweet berries
In a clearing in the woods!
Here I am hired for a year
It was a whole year with me!
JUNE
The sun shines brightly in the sky
But in dense shade it is not hot.
Here and there chicks sing -
Forests new tenants.
V. Stepanova.
JULY
In golden flowers edge,
The bees dance.
A frog screams in the reeds:
It's raining from the river.
V. Stepanova.
AUGUST
Warm in the forest until morning
From resinous pines.
A squirrel carries a mushroom in a hollow ...
Autumn is coming.
V. Stepanova.
STRAW SUMMER
Straw summer ,
Straw sand.
straw hat
Sliding to the temple.
straw gave,
Straw days.
straw horses
Visible in the sun.
straw sky,
Straw hut.
I draw with a straw
Forget about the pencil.
V. Stepanova.
STUPID SCARECROW
It's raining from the sky,
Rustles in the leaves of the garden.
Wet garden-garden,
Wet ball at the gate.
What are you, scarecrow, standing,
What are you, stupid, sad?
One is a hand
Two is a hand
Disperse the clouds!
Get up on one leg -
Get a rainbow from the sky.
V. Stepanova.
IN THE CITY OF HERBS
On every blade of grass
Hanging on a dewdrop.
On every dewdrop -
Drop by dawn.
The colored ones are burning
Lanterns on the grass.
Lanterns in the meadows
ignite in summer
Not late in the evening
And in the morning, at dawn.
Not afraid of insects
And fun midges
Jump on the ravines
Run along the tracks.
V. Stepanova.
FUNNY FRIEND
The meadow laughs, the meadow laughs
Cheerful flowers.
And for the seas and for the forests
Dispersed by the winds.
He laughs all day to tears
To loud tears -
Evening growth.
V. Stepanova.
HORSES IN THE PALM
I bent over the river
He scooped up water with his hand,
Suddenly I look, but in the palm of my hand
The horses run restlessly.
Breathe white sides...
How fast is it driving
Wind in the sky clouds.
* * *
The wind flew through the field -
The bell rang.
I don't understand where he comes from
Is there a ringing in the field?
I looked through all my eyes
In the field, the wind and the goat.
V. Stepanova.
CLOUD
Oh what a cloud
cloud deep,
White and light
Right above me.
Oh what a cloud
cloud high,
Cloud far away
Do not reach by hand.
Float and hide
In the field outside
Will wash in the lake
Fresh water.
V. Stepanova.
LOPUSHINA STREET
crooked street,
Half-shade, half-sleep.
Lopush inhabitants
They look from different angles.
Lop-ears babble
Burdling with a shovel,
No one bothers
They don't rush anywhere.
Lop-ear lives
Burdocks in the burdock
And don't talk about the jungle
They tell me.
Let them not know
On native shores
which are a bit similar
On distant elephants.
V. Stepanova.
WIND
The wind ran away
Summer wind at an early hour.
And when the evening fell
He came back and hugged us.
And it smelled like mint
Unminted mint.
V. Stepanova.
Away
I'm with my grandmother in the village,
Where burdocks rage
The birds are jumping in the trees
The roosters are crowing.
Adults and children go
On the paths barefoot
Girdles the wind
Us air belt.
From log wells
With cranes in the air
The mistresses get the sun,
They carry along the street.
Mowing began in the meadows,
And, as if by chance,
In striped T-shirts wasps
They come to us for tea...
Do you want - no -
And meet!
V. Stepanova.
WHERE ARE YOU FROM, FRESH?
Where are you from, cloud?
From the land of rain.
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, song?
I am from silence.
V. Stepanova.
BAD WEATHER
Non-flying weather,
Drops of bells.
Sitting and waiting for the flight
Quiet starlings.
Sitting and waiting for light
In the rainy sky
Swinging on the branches
Their home is the airport.
V. Stepanova.
CLOUDS FROM MILK
Above the village
The clouds were falling.
Went down slowly
Rustling white foam.
Went down and then
Got drunk with milk
All cows!
V. Stepanova.
Why is summer short
Why for all the guys
In an open window
And the sun and the light
Full, full, full!
Again panties and T-shirts
They lie on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!
Morning on the lawn
Morning on the lawn
I run with the ball
I run, I sing
I don't know what...
And the ball is like the sun
Burning over me
Then it will turn
the other side
And turn green
Like grass in spring.
Heat
Heat stands in the middle of the yard,
Stands and roasts in the morning.
Climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths stands the Heat.
It's time for the heat to leave
But all out of spite is the Heat.
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
Everywhere Heat, Heat, Heat...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Stand in the sun all day?
Summer
Walking along the path
Golden summer .
Crossing the river,
A bird is whistling somewhere.
Walks-wanders in the dew,
Through the colorful meadow
Wears a rainbow in her braid
Braided tight.
Morning
The meadow is buttoned up for all the dewdrops.
Inaudibly a beam made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops in a cobweb
And hid somewhere between the clouds.
Fog
Whitewashed the mist
birches
And whitened the daisies.
In the morning
lay down on the flat shore,
Apparently he was exhausted.
Rested during the night
The Department
And flew off somewhere!
Bold Brook
He raced across the plain...
And suddenly...
Break...
Broke...
But he rings, sings:
I am pleased to,
what turned into
in-
before-
fall!
A good day
What a good day:
A light breeze blows
Summer sun rays
So nice hot!
And it is not necessary
No shirt
Not a stocking
No jacket,
No galoshes...
What a good day!
snails
Where are you hiding, snails?
In the wet grass at 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 crawl around the park.
Under the birches without haste
We eat cheese.
* * *
golden honey bee
collected, flying , in a clay pot.
Collected, flying through the fields, meadows,
Tired of not knowing, a priceless gift to us.
Collected, I will not hide, summer heat,
So that it can warm us in winter.
August
August is not tired
Looking into all the gardens
He collects in baskets
Golden fruits.
Pears, apples, raspberries,
Tilting the branches, tearing,
And in kegs and jugs
Pouring thick fragrant honey.
how we spent time
We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench,
Ate two meatballs.
frog brought
And they grew up a little.
Summer
If the wind blows
Warm, though from the north,
If the meadow is in daisies
And lumps of clover
Butterflies and bees
circling over the flowers,
And a shard of the sky
blue puddle,
And baby skin
Like chocolate...
If from strawberries
The garden bed turned red -
True omen:
It has come summer
chamomile
In the meadow by that path
What runs to us right into the house,
A flower grew on a long stem -
White with a yellow eye.
I wanted to pick a flower
Raised her hand to him
And the bee flew off the flower
And buzzing, buzzing: "Do not touch!"
Summer
What will you give mesummer ?
Lots of sunshine!
Rainbows in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
What else will you give me?
The key that rings in silence
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I will give you a cuckoo
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
"Guess me quickly!"
And she answers you
Foretold a lot years !
Poems
about summer
for older children
morning song
FROM Good morning! Will sleep!
You see the sun is up...
And it's time for you to get up!
Look in the window:
Flowers are washed
Light dew...
Like flowers, so are you
Refresh yourself with water!
You see, the bee pulls the juice
From honey porridge...
Get drunk, my son
Milk from a cup!
Vaughn dressed all foliage
Our garden is green...
Get dressed my boy
Also, hurry up!
And run, run, play
On free will
And grow and flourish
Like a flower in a field!
“Summer is red; cold dew..."
Brook
brook, brook,
You, like a thread, go.
The sand is under you.
Cheerful you, though shallow.
brook, brook,
You go and eat.
Bees curl among the stems,
A shaggy bumblebee hums.
You run faster, faster.
Suddenly bondage among the stones -
Foaming louder, more fun,
You will murmur: "Standed, stranded, stranded!"
You are not wide, brook,
You are shallow, so what!
brook, brook,
You run and you eat!
What were the day
River Sounds!
Drinking water loudly
Chavkaya, bulls.
The angler was walking important
clinking bucket,
And hummed for a long time
Loaded ferry.
And also boys
Like three swifts
From a wooden tower
They jumped, screaming.
Evening is coming.
The clouds are fading.
Resting silently
Strong river.
Only pike splashes -
And again, no sound.
Green horses
To the blue river
Evening sometimes
Green horses
They came to the waterhole.
They bowed
Over cool
Voditsa
And for many years
They can't get drunk.
They want
To the open field
run away
Yes, but you can't
Break away from the water
They want a whirlwind
Fly down the road
Yes, they have grown into the ground
Unruly feet...
Green horses -
weeping willows,
Bent over the river
Green manes.
* * *
Clear morning. Silently breathes
Warm breeze;
The meadow, like velvet, turns green,
In the glow of the east.
bordered by bushes
young willows,
colorful lights
The lake is sparkling.
Silence and the sun are happy
On the plain of waters
swans tame flock
Floats slowly;
Here's one waved lazily
Wings - and suddenly
Moisture splashed playfully
Pearls around.
Flower
Breathes over the sleeping field
light wind;
He caresses, he sways
wild flower.
And a flower from tender caress
the wind is trembling,
And deep, serene
Resting a flower is gratifying
in the stillness of the night:
During the day he burned mercilessly
sweltering summer heat.
The goats were disturbing
swarming noisily;
And now, to fragrant grass
bowing with a whisk,
He fell asleep. Lit with stars
blue vault heaven ,
Beyond the dormant fields
the forest silently slumbers;
Both grass and grass are sleeping
and from the wind
Slightly shining, dewdrop trembles
in a flower cup.
tired
The sun is yellow
Laid 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
frog croaked,
I heard how in the garden
The cuckoo was crying.
I saw a goose
At the flower bed.
He is a big worm
Pecked at the tub.
I heard the nightingale -
Here's a good singer!
I saw an ant
Under a heavy burden.
I am so strong
I wondered for two hours...
And now I want to sleep
Well, you're tired...
* * *
Grandpa Fog
Forest - in your pocket,
Fields - in your pocket
Grandfather Fog hid.
Hid mop and haystacks
And lawns and meadows.
Even the sun in your pocket
Grandfather Fog hid.
He just forgot
That the pocket was full of holes.
Climbing uphill across the river -
Lost fields and woods.
Lost then the meadows,
Heaps of hay and stacks.
At the high mound
Where dozed
Bonfire smoke,
From a holey pocket
The sun just came out.
K. Balmont
DEWDROP
dewdrop trembled
On a thin sheet.
The river breathed
Rustle in the reeds.
I look into the dew
And I see that in her
Plays rejoicing
So many lights.
You barely notice them
They are so small.
But where will you meet
Such lights?
I. Bunin
On a clear morning on a quiet pond
Swallows soar briskly around,
Down to the water,
Slightly touch the moisture with the wing.
On the fly they sing loudly
And around green meadows,
And stands like a mirror pond
reflecting their shores.
I. Surikov
THE SUN SHINES BRIGHTLY...
The sun is shining brightly
It's warm in the air
And wherever you look
Everything around is light.
They dazzle in the meadow
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 take it,
Just collect the golden grain
In full barns of fragrant bread!
brothers months
The brothers were friends for months,
They came to visit in the summer.
Brother brought with him
What has always been rich:
He carried amber grapes.
(Elena Erato)
Hot time
Summer is a hot time
The sun shines in the morning
Even if it rains -
Everything around shines, sings.
In summer - blue river
And the clouds float in it
Ruby berries burn
Vacation time for the kids.
(Elena Erato)
mushroom rain
Summer rain lived in a cloud,
And he was friends with everyone.
In the morning he looked into the garden -
And everyone is happy there
I hurried when he went to the forest -
It's full of wonders.
The leaves are rising
Mushrooms are visible from under them.
(Elena Erato)
Summer
Summer is a ray of sunshine
Warm rain from under the clouds
Summer - bright flowers
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 good it is, a summer day,
The shadow plays merrily
Butterfly flutters in the garden
The finch is humming something
At 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,
He treats with berries.
You will go along the path into the forest -
You will pick up a lot of berries.
The path runs far
Basket full of berries.
(Elena Erato)
All year round. August
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.
(Samuel Marshak)
summer downpour
Summer downpour poured puddles -
Whole seas!
The dacha stood at the pier,
Dropping the anchor.
Only my ship is brave
Struggling with the wave
And no matter what paper
Papys above me.
(Irina Tokmakova)
Come visit us
Come visit us
Out of town, to the country.
We will show you miracles
My sister Dasha and I:
How do we grow an onion
And the potatoes bloom
How the worm dances
On my palm.
(Valentina Minkova)
Summer
Walking along the path
Golden summer.
Crossing the river,
A bird is whistling somewhere.
Walks-wanders in the dew,
Through the colorful meadow
Wears a rainbow in her braid
Braided tight.
(Nikolai Zidorov)
A good day
What a good day:
A light breeze blows
Summer sun rays
So nice hot!
And it is not necessary
No boots
No shirt
Not a stocking
No jacket,
No galoshes...
What a good day!
(A. Shibaev)
summer song
Summer laughs again
In an open window
And the sun and the light
Full, full, full!
Again panties and t-shirts
They lie on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!
(T Belozerov)
In the great world
Many wonders:
Isn't it a miracle brooding forest
With green grass and wild berries?
Glitter emerald
beetle wings,
Cloak of blue moths -
Isn't it a miracle?
(G. Galina)
Sunflower
Sunflower in the garden during the day
smiles at the weather.
In a circular orbit
shakes his red head.
- I, - he boasted of the wheatgrass, -
together with the sun I warm the earth!
(M. Pronko)
On a hot day
It's sunny and quiet in the field
A hot day dries the earth.
Buckwheat thought,
Barley hung his head.
And they don't see what's over the forest
The cloud rose up like a mountain,
That their sadness is soon, soon
The rain will dispel the mischievous.
(G. Ladonshchikov)
elegant summer
Today the sun in a lace shirt
Snow-white thin clouds,
In lace meadow of daisies,
And the earth is like an alcove.
Summer nature triumphs
In colorful marching outfits,
Gives us good weather
Reward for longsuffering.
(L. Kuzminskaya)
Why is there so much light?
Why is there so much light?
Why is it suddenly so warm?
Because it's summer
For the whole summer came to us.
That's why every day
It's getting longer every day.
Well, the nights
Night from night
Everything is shorter and shorter.
(I. Maznin)
Let the thunder roar stronger
Lightning flashes.
They say that in the rain
Grow big...
But outside in the rain
Mom doesn't let me.
It can be seen that he wants his daughter
Remained small.
Hello summer!
How much greenery around!
What is this? This summer
Finally hurries to our house.
Songbirds discord!
Fresh smell of juicy herbs,
Ripe ears in the field
And mushrooms in the shade of oak forests.
How many delicious sweet berries
In a clearing in the woods!
Here I am hired for a year
Stock vitamins!
I swim in plenty in the river,
I will sunbathe.
And on grandma's stove
How much you want I will sleep!
How much sun! How much light!
What a beautiful summer heat!
That would make it so summer
It was a whole year with me!
Tatyana Bokova
***
All year round. June.
June has come.
"June! June!"-
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.
All year round. July
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
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 hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
black
Packed.
Samuil Marshak
***
Summer
I am lying on the meadow.
In heaven, no gygy.
Clouds drift away
Like a silent river.
And in the grass, on the ground,
On the flower, on the stem
Everywhere singing and whistling,
And every leaf lives:
There is a fly and a beetle,
And a green spider.
A bee has arrived
And crawled into a flower.
Here is a grasshopper mustache
Cleans for beauty
And the ant grunts
At your work.
bumblebee hairy buzzing
And looks angrily
Where is the flower more pristine
Where is the honey pokysney.
And the cannibal mosquito,
Like a friend or a neighbor,
As if visiting
Flew to me in pykav.
Will sting and sing.
What! We must endure:
I kill on the lygy
I can't anyone.
Sergei Gorodetsky
***
Summer
What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
In the sky, rainbow-dygy!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I will give you a cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
"Guess me quickly!"
And she answers you
Guessed for many years!
Vladimir Orlov
***
All winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer!
Summer, - Swallow considers, -
Coming very soon.
Summer needs to hurry up
And it flies like a bird!
Arrives? -
The Mole snorted.-
Under the ground it crawls!
Speak
Summer's soon?
I don't hope so!
Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his lair
Somewhere…
The horse neighed:
- Where's the carriage?
I am now
I'll bring summer!
Summer,-
The rabbits told me
Get on the train at the station
'Cause it might be summer
Ride a HARE-
Without a ticket!
Boris Zakhoder
***
In summer
Behind the village at full will
Airplane wind blows.
There's a potato field
Everything is blooming purple.
And beyond the field, where the mountain ash
Always out of tune with the wind
A path runs through the oak forest
Down to the cold pond.
A boat glided through the bushes
Ripples and sun sharp shine.
On the raft rumbles clearly
The fraction of the rolls under the booming splash.
The pond turns blue with a round cup.
Willows lean towards the water...
There are shirts on the raft,
And the boys are all in the pond.
The sun streaked.
Shadows curl like smoke
Eh, undress behind a birch,
I will stretch out my hands - and to them!
Sasha Black
***
What does the sun look like?
What does the sun look like?
at 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.
To a light bulb. On an onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheesecake.
A little bit of orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball - Why is it hot?
If the sun is cheese
Why can't you see holes?
If the sun is a bow
Everyone would cry around.
So it shines in my window
Not a penny, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything
still EVERYTHING EXPENSIVE!
Tatyana Bokova
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