Erin Swallow's January PoemJack FrostBy C.E. PikeLook out! Look out!Jack Frost is about!|He’s after our fingers and toes;And all through the night,The gay little spriteIs working where nobody knows.He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he,His silvery powder he’ll shake.To windows he’ll creepAnd while we’re asleepSuch wonderful pictures he’ll make.Across the grassHe’ll merrily pass,And change all its greenness to white.Then home he will go And laugh ho, ho ho!What fun I have had in the night.
The days are short, The sun a spark Hung thin between The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps Track the floor, And parkas pile up Near the door.
The river is A frozen place Held still beneath The trees’ black lace.
The sky is low. The wind is gray. The radiator Purrs all day
(This poem comes A Child’s Calendar, by John Updike, Scholastic Inc., 1999. It is a great poem for children of all ages. It can be a good poem to introduce January and talk about what each stanza of the poem means. It can also be great for junior high students that are learning the literacy devices for poems such as rhyme and metaphors.
A pudgie little snowman had a carrot nose Along came a bunny and what do you suppose. That hungry little bunny looking for some lunch Ate the little snowman's nose Nibble, Nibble, CRUNCH!
Coming, coming, coming! Listen! perhaps you'll hear Over the snow the bugles blow To welcome the glad new year. In the steeple tongues are swinging, There are merry sleigh bells ringing, And the people for joy are singing, It's coming, coming near.
Flying, sighing, dying, Going away tonight, Weary and old, its story told, The year that was full and bright. Oh, we are half sorry it's leaving Good-by has a sound of grieving; But its work is done and its weaving; God speed its parting flight!
Tripping, slipping, skipping, Like a child in its wooing grace, With never a tear and never a fear, And a light in its laughing face; With hands held out to greet us, With gay little steps to meet us, With sweet eyes that entreat us, The new year comes to its place.
Coming, coming, coming! Promising lovely things - The gold and the gray of the summer day, The winter with fleecy-wings; Promising swift birds glancing, And the patter of raindrops dancing, And the sunbeam's arrowy lancing, Dear gifts the new year brings.
Coming, coming, coming! The world is a vision of white; From the powdered eaves to the sere-brown leaves That are hidden out of sight. In the steeple tongues are swinging, The bells are merrily ringing, And "Happy New Year" we're singing, For the old year goes tonight.
Snowflakes are falling gently down to cover everything you see in town Children are playing with boots on their feet rolling the snow they find on the street They stack three balls, the form standing tall they put coal and a carrot on the top ball They all have a plan, hoping for a treat Now add the hat, maybe a friend they'll meet...
I've got the January Blues, Stay in bed till late, Feel the excess Christmas weight, Sad all the excitement's gone, Want to feel happy, But its so hard, Only thing to look forward to, Is my Valentine's card. The chill in the air, Makes me want to snooze, Got no money after Christmas, For the January sales, And it's so quiet here, In rainy Wales, Guess I'll just hibernate, And wake with the spring, And my January Blues, Will fade with the news, Of a hot summer to come, The sea, sand and sun, Yippee, bring it on!
Snow is falling A beautiful sight Snow is falling It plays with the light Snow is falling It plays it's game Snow is falling It makes all that's different look the same Snow is falling It's source is storm Snow is falling It makes all conform Snow is falling It blinds all who see Snow is falling It hides you from me Snow is falling From a sky of lead Snow is falling Never mind...we're dead
New Year’s Reflections Looking back on the months gone by,As a new year starts and an old one ends,We contemplate what brought us joy,And we think of our loved ones and our friends. Recalling all the happy times,Remembering how they enriched our livesWe reflect upon who really counts,As the fresh and bright new year arrives. And when I/we ponder those who do,I/we immediately think of you. Thanks for being one of the reasons I'll/We'll have a Happy New Year!
My joy is in the LordIf I’m waking or while I sleep. I find His joy in everythingThat joy I shall always seek to keep. He fills my heart with a feeling of little bubblesThey’re bubbles of His Holy Spirit’s love.My life I will give to only HimFor I seek His home above. No other joy will man ever needWhen you walk with Christ throughout your day. Jesus was what the Father gave this worldHe sent His Son who died, to save. He walks amongst us guiding paths we walkHe shelters our spirit, from a blood stained cross.Don’t let life ever take God’s joy away.Walk with your Savior Jesus, walking with Him every day.
Look out! Look out!Jack Frost is about!He’s after our fingers and toes;And all through the night,The gay little spriteIs working where nobody knows. He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he,His silvery powder he’ll shake.To windows he’ll creepAnd while we’re asleepSuch wonderful pictures he’ll make. Across the grassHe’ll merrily pass,And change all its greenness to white.Then home he will go And laugh ho, ho ho!What fun I have had in the night.
Tamika M. Five Little Snowmen 5 little snowmen sitting on the ground, (pat hands on floor) the first one said; "oh my aren't we round." (make circle with arms) The second one said; "there are snowflakes in the air." (wiggle fingers above head) The third one said; "but we don't care." (shrug shoulders) The fourth one said; "let’s run and run and run. (pat hands quickly on the floor) The fifth one said; "I'm ready for some fun." (smile) Whew went the wind (blow) and out came the sun (make circle with arms over head) and the five little snowman knew their fun was done. (Pretend your melting) Author unknown
Coming, coming, coming! Listen! perhaps you'll hear Over the snow the bugles blow To welcome the glad new year. In the steeple tongues are swinging, There are merry sleigh bells ringing, And the people for joy are singing, It's coming, coming near.
Flying, sighing, dying, Going away tonight, Weary and old, its story told, The year that was full and bright. Oh, we are half sorry it's leaving Good-by has a sound of grieving; But its work is done and its weaving; God speed its parting flight!
Tripping, slipping, skipping, Like a child in its wooing grace, With never a tear and never a fear, And a light in its laughing face; With hands held out to greet us, With gay little steps to meet us, With sweet eyes that entreat us, The new year comes to its place.
Coming, coming, coming! Promising lovely things - The gold and the gray of the summer day, The winter with fleecy-wings; Promising swift birds glancing, And the patter of raindrops dancing, And the sunbeam's arrowy lancing, Dear gifts the new year brings.
Coming, coming, coming! The world is a vision of white; From the powdered eaves to the sere-brown leaves That are hidden out of sight. In the steeple tongues are swinging, The bells are merrily ringing, And "Happy New Year" we're singing, For the old year goes tonight.
Picture-books in Winter Summer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In 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 are, Seas 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? Robert Louis Stevenson
Poem: New Year's Day
ReplyDeleteHooray! Hooray! It's New Year's Day!
The day we start anew.
So this year I've decided
to become a kangaroo.
Or maybe I will learn to fly,
or how to walk through walls,
or how to turn invisible,
or surf on waterfalls.
I'll make myself elastic
and I'll teach myself to shrink.
I'll turn into a liquid
and I'll pour me down the sink.
I'll visit other planets
and meet aliens galore.
I'll travel to the distant past
and ride a dinosaur.
I've got so many wondrous plans.
I'm starting right away.
Yes, this will be the best year yet.
Hooray! It's New Year's Day!
Snowmen
ReplyDelete(A counting fingerplay for winter. )
Five little snowmen standing round my door.
This one melted and then there were four.
Four little snowmen beneath a green pine tree.
This one melted and then there were three.
Three little snowmen with caps and mittens blue.
This one melted and then there were two.
Two little snowmen standing in the sun.
This one melted and then there was one.
One little snowman started to run.
But he melted away and then there was none.
On New Year's Day
ReplyDeleteOn New Year's Day a year ago,
I started off the year
by making resolutions
that were probably severe.
I said I'd save my money,
as this seemed so very wise.
I vowed I would improve my health.
I swore I'd exercise.
I stated I would do my homework
every single day.
I'd brush my teeth religiously
to ward off tooth decay.
I'd eat my fruits and vegetables
and keep my bedroom clean.
I'd treat my sister kindly
though she's often very mean.
My resolutions lasted me
about a half a day.
I promised I would keep them
but I broke them anyway.
So now I'm fat and penniless.
My homework's overdue.
My sister's mad. My teeth are bad.
My room is messy too.
And yet I think I may have found
the best of all solutions,
and this year I've resolved
to not make ANY resolutions.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Krista Canfield's January poem post
ReplyDeleteThe Mitten Song
Thumbs in the thumbs place,
Fingers all together.
This is the song,
We sing in mitten weather.
When it is cold,
It doesn't matter whether,
Mittens are wool,
Or made of finest leather.
Thumbs in the thumbs place,
Fingers all together.
This is the song,
We sing in mitten weather.
-author unknown
(an interactive song, great for getting ready to go outside)(Kindergarten level)
Erin Swallow's January PoemJack FrostBy C.E. PikeLook out! Look out!Jack Frost is about!|He’s after our fingers and toes;And all through the night,The gay little spriteIs working where nobody knows.He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he,His silvery powder he’ll shake.To windows he’ll creepAnd while we’re asleepSuch wonderful pictures he’ll make.Across the grassHe’ll merrily pass,And change all its greenness to white.Then home he will go And laugh ho, ho ho!What fun I have had in the night.
ReplyDeletePosted by Lisa White
ReplyDeleteJanuary
By John Updike
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor,
And parkas pile up
Near the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees’ black lace.
The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day
(This poem comes A Child’s Calendar, by John Updike, Scholastic Inc., 1999. It is a great poem for children of all ages. It can be a good poem to introduce January and talk about what each stanza of the poem means. It can also be great for junior high students that are learning the literacy devices for poems such as rhyme and metaphors.
Pudgie Little Snowman
ReplyDeleteA pudgie little snowman
had a carrot nose
Along came a bunny
and what do you suppose.
That hungry little bunny
looking for some lunch
Ate the little snowman's nose
Nibble, Nibble, CRUNCH!
A Happy New Year
ReplyDeleteby Margaret Sangster
Coming, coming, coming!
Listen! perhaps you'll hear
Over the snow the bugles blow
To welcome the glad new year.
In the steeple tongues are swinging,
There are merry sleigh bells ringing,
And the people for joy are singing,
It's coming, coming near.
Flying, sighing, dying,
Going away tonight,
Weary and old, its story told,
The year that was full and bright.
Oh, we are half sorry it's leaving
Good-by has a sound of grieving;
But its work is done and its weaving;
God speed its parting flight!
Tripping, slipping, skipping,
Like a child in its wooing grace,
With never a tear and never a fear,
And a light in its laughing face;
With hands held out to greet us,
With gay little steps to meet us,
With sweet eyes that entreat us,
The new year comes to its place.
Coming, coming, coming!
Promising lovely things -
The gold and the gray of the summer day,
The winter with fleecy-wings;
Promising swift birds glancing,
And the patter of raindrops dancing,
And the sunbeam's arrowy lancing,
Dear gifts the new year brings.
Coming, coming, coming!
The world is a vision of white;
From the powdered eaves to the sere-brown leaves
That are hidden out of sight.
In the steeple tongues are swinging,
The bells are merrily ringing,
And "Happy New Year" we're singing,
For the old year goes tonight.
Falling Snow
ReplyDeleteSee the pretty snowfakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft 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 bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden,
What a pretty sight!
A Snowy Day in Wintertime
ReplyDeleteSnow, so pure and white
Like a blanket of clouds that cover a winter's day.
Snow is slushy,when it's going.
Even when it is snowing.
Everywhere people look, everywhere people go,
Snow on the rooftop, snow on the ground,
Makes it fun for children to play around
RESOLUTIONS
ReplyDeleteEvery year on New Year’s Day,
I grab myself a pen.
I write my resolutions down to look at now and then.
Two years ago, I’d written twelve.
I broke them all by June.
Last year I broke them faster still (the first of March at noon).
This isn’t great, I must admit,
But now I’ve got it solved.
And so, this year, on New Year’s Day, here’s what I have resolved:
Bug my dad, annoy my sis,
Distract my oldest brother.
Skip a chore, create a mess, and once ignore my mother,
Chew some gum, devour pie,
Eat burgers, fries, and cakes,
Teach my baby brother all the joys of chocolate shakes.
My resolutions could go on.
Instead, I’ll stop right here.
Just once I’d like to keep them all...
And this might be my year.
--Gregory K.
Building a Treat
ReplyDeleteSnowflakes are falling gently down
to cover everything you see in town
Children are playing with boots on their feet
rolling the snow they find on the street
They stack three balls, the form standing tall
they put coal and a carrot on the top ball
They all have a plan, hoping for a treat
Now add the hat, maybe a friend they'll meet...
The Snow Man
ReplyDeleteby Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
January Blues
ReplyDeleteI've got the January Blues,
Stay in bed till late,
Feel the excess Christmas weight,
Sad all the excitement's gone,
Want to feel happy,
But its so hard,
Only thing to look forward to,
Is my Valentine's card.
The chill in the air,
Makes me want to snooze,
Got no money after Christmas,
For the January sales,
And it's so quiet here,
In rainy Wales,
Guess I'll just hibernate,
And wake with the spring,
And my January Blues,
Will fade with the news,
Of a hot summer to come,
The sea, sand and sun,
Yippee, bring it on!
Lynda Robson
Snow
ReplyDeleteSnow is falling
A beautiful sight
Snow is falling
It plays with the light
Snow is falling
It plays it's game
Snow is falling
It makes all that's different look the same
Snow is falling
It's source is storm
Snow is falling
It makes all conform
Snow is falling
It blinds all who see
Snow is falling
It hides you from me
Snow is falling
From a sky of lead
Snow is falling
Never mind...we're dead
New Year
ReplyDeleteEach year does cast a piece of time
One human step for us to climb
Twelve months of counted nights and days
Completes us through a yearly phase
One thing's for sure while we do live
We’ll never know what life will give
Anticipation's just a view
For what may happen, could come true
So many times we’re filled with thought
Some last a lifetime, some do not
We live through choices made within
How we should strive to stave off sin
Pray often for what’s good to be
And let your love spread openly
God clearly wants for us to know
His way leads to eternal glow
Do greet first day with hope held high
And keep your heart your watchful eye.
New Year’s Reflections
ReplyDeleteLooking back on the months gone by,As a new year starts and an old one ends,We contemplate what brought us joy,And we think of our loved ones and our friends.
Recalling all the happy times,Remembering how they enriched our livesWe reflect upon who really counts,As the fresh and bright new year arrives.
And when I/we ponder those who do,I/we immediately think of you.
Thanks for being one of the reasons I'll/We'll have a Happy New Year!
My joy is in the LordIf I’m waking or while I sleep. I find His joy in everythingThat joy I shall always seek to keep. He fills my heart with a feeling of little bubblesThey’re bubbles of His Holy Spirit’s love.My life I will give to only HimFor I seek His home above. No other joy will man ever needWhen you walk with Christ throughout your day. Jesus was what the Father gave this worldHe sent His Son who died, to save. He walks amongst us guiding paths we walkHe shelters our spirit, from a blood stained cross.Don’t let life ever take God’s joy away.Walk with your Savior Jesus, walking with Him every day.
Look out! Look out!Jack Frost is about!He’s after our fingers and toes;And all through the night,The gay little spriteIs working where nobody knows.
He’ll climb each tree, So nimble is he,His silvery powder he’ll shake.To windows he’ll creepAnd while we’re asleepSuch wonderful pictures he’ll make.
Across the grassHe’ll merrily pass,And change all its greenness to white.Then home he will go And laugh ho, ho ho!What fun I have had in the night.
Meredith Collins
ReplyDeleteWhere do fish go in winter?
by Amy Goldman Koss
When lakes turn to ice
And are covered with snow,
What becomes of the fish
Who are living below?
It's not so exciting
Down under the ice,
But fish find it restful
And really quite nice.
It's dark and it's cold,
But the water's not froen.
In fact, it's just perfect
For fish to repose in.
They breathe very little.
Their swimming gets slower.
Each fish makes his heart rate
Go lower and lower.
And except for occasional
Lake bottom treats,
The whole winter long
A fish hardly eats.
Tamika M.
ReplyDeleteFive Little Snowmen
5 little snowmen sitting on the ground, (pat hands on floor)
the first one said; "oh my aren't we round." (make circle with arms)
The second one said; "there are snowflakes in the air." (wiggle fingers above head)
The third one said; "but we don't care." (shrug shoulders)
The fourth one said; "let’s run and run and run. (pat hands quickly on the floor)
The fifth one said; "I'm ready for some fun." (smile)
Whew went the wind (blow) and out came the sun (make circle with arms over head)
and the five little snowman knew their fun was done. (Pretend your melting)
Author unknown
My Snowman Friend
ReplyDeleteI call him Mr. Frosty-Face!
He brings us so much fun,
With black coal eyes, and a carrot nose,
With a smile for everyone!
If we play Ring-a-Roses,
Then all our friends join in!
But, when the game is "Statues",
He always knows he'll win!
When I talk, I know he'll listen
To every word I say.
I can shout, or knock his hat off,
And he'll never run away!
But, when the weather's warmer,
Then Frosty-Face must go -
Until the next time that he comes
With winter's ice and snow.
A Happy New Year
ReplyDeleteby Margaret Sangster
Coming, coming, coming!
Listen! perhaps you'll hear
Over the snow the bugles blow
To welcome the glad new year.
In the steeple tongues are swinging,
There are merry sleigh bells ringing,
And the people for joy are singing,
It's coming, coming near.
Flying, sighing, dying,
Going away tonight,
Weary and old, its story told,
The year that was full and bright.
Oh, we are half sorry it's leaving
Good-by has a sound of grieving;
But its work is done and its weaving;
God speed its parting flight!
Tripping, slipping, skipping,
Like a child in its wooing grace,
With never a tear and never a fear,
And a light in its laughing face;
With hands held out to greet us,
With gay little steps to meet us,
With sweet eyes that entreat us,
The new year comes to its place.
Coming, coming, coming!
Promising lovely things -
The gold and the gray of the summer day,
The winter with fleecy-wings;
Promising swift birds glancing,
And the patter of raindrops dancing,
And the sunbeam's arrowy lancing,
Dear gifts the new year brings.
Coming, coming, coming!
The world is a vision of white;
From the powdered eaves to the sere-brown leaves
That are hidden out of sight.
In the steeple tongues are swinging,
The bells are merrily ringing,
And "Happy New Year" we're singing,
For the old year goes tonight.
Magic Show
ReplyDeleteAnna Grossnickle Hines
(Pieces A Year In Poems and Quilts)
Sometimes in winter
While I am sleeping
Through the night
Inside the house
All snug and tight
outside
The world is turning
white.
Jack Frost fingerplay
ReplyDeleteMy little nose (point to nose)
Is red as a rose.
Jack Frost kissed it. I suppose! (blow kiss)
Picture-books in Winter
ReplyDeleteSummer fading, winter comes—
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In 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 are,
Seas 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?
Robert Louis Stevenson