Where are you from cloud signs. Card index “Game therapy. Folk omens of May

Card file on play therapy

Prepared by: Shuvalova I.L.

GESTURE GAMES

1. Game "Ducklings"

The right palm moves in waves from right to left and "disappears" under the armpit and "floats" back. Fingers right hand denote ducklings - first there are 5 of them, then 4, 3, 2, 1. When all the ducklings 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 - when you see 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 jumping.

4. The game "I see the world - the world sees me"

The alternation of an open gesture and a gesture directed towards oneself (E) is an appeal to the outside world and the inner world of a person.

I see the sun -

The sun sees me.

I see the stars

The stars see me.

I see herbs

The herbs 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 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. Clasp the fingers of the hands, 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...

2. FINGER GAMES

1. "Butterfly"

Finger game for older preschoolers. Fold the hands with the back side to each other, interlace 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, with a reverse movement, the hands disengage and turn into a butterfly - the palms become the wings of a butterfly.

This strange house without windows

People call it a cocoon.

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 remaining 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)

"Fish"

Virli-Tirli is the index finger of the right hand, Tirli-Virli is the left. Wirley-Tirli "floats" first in a wave-like manner 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

"The sea is worried"

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.

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.

You can use different images for movement - snowflakes, chanterelles or bunnies, birds, autumn leaves.

Musical and motor improvisation

"On the meadow"

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.

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.

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 of 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 may include 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 through the Zodiac circle. Each line is one sign, starting with the constellation Capricorn.)

IN deep dream immersed, hidden in anticipation... Wakes up in the spring, Dressed in grass, Blooms in the 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 clothes, And in winter the Earth sleeps, The fields are wrapped in snow ...

4. COUNTERS

1. Atmosphere of kindness

Used on the eve of Christmas. For every four verses, one child leaves the circle.

All 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 -

Cheerful autumn mood

An apple rolled in the garden

And fell right into the water - Bulk!

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)

Bright Easter mood

lentil bird,

Show me an egg!

dotted blue,

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!

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? Red paint - the Sun, Roses on the lawns, And green - the field, Mowing meadows. Blue paint - the sky And the 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 open window, and Sunshine and light Full, full, full! Again shorts and T-shirts Lying on the shore, And lawns basking 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! Rainbows in the sky! And daisies in the meadow! - What else will you give me? - 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.

Poetry

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

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

Department

And flew off somewhere!

Bold Brook

He raced across the plain...

And suddenly...

Break...

Broke...

But he rings, sings:

I'm glad,

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 !

Poetry

about summer

for older children

morning song

WITH 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 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

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 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.

Put punctuation marks at the end of the sentence. - 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 - from silence.

Answers:

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 - from silence.