winter poems for kids

Религиозное, но очень красивое, на мой взгляд. Winter Sport Who showed the little ant the way Her narrow hole to bore, And spend the pleasant summer day In laying up her store? The sparrow builds her pretty nest Of wool, and hay, and moss; Who told her how to build it best, And lay the twigs across? Who taught the busy bee to fly Among the sweetest flowers, And lay his store of honey by, To eat in winter hours? 'Twas God who showed them all the way, And gave them all their skill; He teaches children, if they pray, To do his holy will.

Аналог нашей стрекозы, которая лето красное пропела - оглянуться не успела, как зима глядит в глаза :) The Ant and the Cricketby Anonymous A silly young cricket, accustomed to singThrough the warm, sunny months of gay summer and spring,Began to complain, when he found that at homeHis cupboard was empty and winter was come.Not a crumb to be foundOn the snow-covered ground;Not a flower could he see,Not a leaf on a tree. "Oh, what will become," says the cricket, "of me?"At last by starvation and famine made bold,All dripping with wet and all trembling with cold,Away he set off to a miserly antTo see if, to keep him alive, he would grantHim shelter from rain.A mouthful of grainHe wished only to borrow,He'd repay it to-morrow;If not helped, he must die of starvation and sorrow. Says the ant to the cricket: "I'm your servant and friend,But we ants never borrow, we ants never lend.Pray tell me, dear sir, did you lay nothing byWhen the weather was warm?" Said the cricket, "Not I.My heart was so lightThat I sang day and night,For all nature looked gay.""You sang, sir, you say?Go then," said the ant, "and sing winter away." Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicketAnd out of the door turned the poor little cricket.Though this is a fable, the moral is good--If you live without work, you must live withoutfood.

Picture Books in Winterby Robert Louis Stevenson Summer fading, winter comes--Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,Window robins, winter rooks,And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stoneNurse and I can walk upon;Still we find the flowing brooksIn the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by,Wait upon the children's eye,Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,In the picture story-books. We may see how all things areSeas and cities, near and far,And the flying fairies' looks,In the picture story-books. How am I to sing your praise,Happy chimney-corner days,Sitting safe in nursery nooks,Reading picture story-books?

Falling Snow See the pretty snowflakesFalling from the sky;On the wall and housetopsSoft and thick they lie. On the window ledges,On the branches bare;Now how fast they gather,Filling all the air. Look into the garden,Where the grass was green;Covered by the snowflakes,Not a blade is seen. Now the bare black bushesAll look soft and white,Every twig is laden,What a pretty sight!

Coasting Down the Hill Frosty is the morning;But the sun is bright,Flooding all the landscapeWith its golden light. Hark the sounds of laughterAnd the voices shrill!See the happy childrenCoasting down the hill. There are Tom and Charley,And their sister Nell;There are John and Willie,Kate and Isabel. Eyes with pleasure beaming,Cheeks with health aglow;Bless the merry children,Trudging through the snow! Now I hear them shouting,"Ready! Clear the track!"Down the slope they're rushing,Now they're trotting back. Full of fun and frolic,Thus they come and go.Coasting down the hillside,Trudging through the snow.

Напрямую про winter здесь нет, но зато есть про варежки :) Three little kittens they lost their mittens, and they began to cry,"Oh mother dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens.""What! Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie.""Meeow, meeow, meeow, now we shall have no pie."The three little kittens they found their mittens,And they began to cry,"Oh mother dear, see here, see here For we have found our mittens.""Put on your mittens, you silly kittensAnd you shall have some pie""Meeow, meeow, meeow,Now let us have some pie."The three little kittens put on their mittensAnd soon ate up the pie,"Oh mother dear, we greatly fear That we have soiled our mittens.""What! soiled you mittens, you naughty kittens!"Then they began to cry, "Meeow, meeow, meeow"Then they began to sigh.The three little kittens they washed their mittensAnd hung them out to dry,"Oh mother dear, do you not hearThat we have washed our mittens.""What! washed your mittens, you are good kittens."But I smell a rat close by, "Meeow, meeow, meeow" we smell a rat close by...