Rain in Summer by Henry W. Longfellow How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs! How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window pane It pours and pours; And swift and wide, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain!
I love summer! Summer is hot. It's sun and shade. It's water to wade. It's frogs and bugs. It's grass for rugs. It's eating outside. It's a tree-swing ride. It's tomatoes and corn. It's dew in the morn. It's dogs and boys And lots of noise. It's a hot sunny sky. It's summer. That's why..... I love summer.
(I love this one. It mentions all the wonderful things about Summer. Elementary school level)
The summer sun in the sky, Shining, shining up so high Makes it warm for outside fun. To play at the park and run, To swim and hike and fish, And to go on a picnic if you wish.
At the Sea-Side by Robert Louis Stevenson When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more.
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the over-flowing spout! Across the window pane It pours and pours; And swift and side, With a muddy tide, Like a river down the gutter roars The rain, the welcome rain!
If sunlight fell like snowflakes, gleaming yellow and so bright, we could build a sunman, we could have a sunball fight, we could watch the sunflakes drifting in the sky. We could go sleighing in the middle of July through sundrifts and sunbanks, we could ride a sunmobile, and we could touch sunflakes— I wonder how they'd feel.
Summer’s days come and go, Summer’s days aren’t for show. The sun shines from early morning, To late evening.
Colors like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, pink, Seep into the sky like a spilled bottle of ink. Then they slowly blend together in the sky, To kiss the day goodbye.
The moon hangs in the black at night, To make a beautiful sight, For lovers in the peak of their love, For they love to look above.
In the morning, birds chirp with delight, And animals wake to the early morning light.
Flowers bloom with happiness, And people pick them with kindness. Their bright colors attracting many, Surprising if they don’t attract any.
Trees as green as can be, Their branches swimming like in a sea.
With days so golden and full and warm, How could any be unhappy? With butterflies passing in a swarm, People need to be happy.
Joy vibrating from their face, Rippling into empty space. Dancing round in a meadow, Tangled grass on your big toe.
Jumping into ice cool lakes and springs, Listening to how the splashing sings. Water droplets sparkling like crystals against the sun, Screaming, laughing, having fun.
Loving, caring, adventure, friends, Knowing, laughing, being sure, having no ends. Summer with long, golden hair to match the sun, And eyes to match the sky.
Summer’s days may be for happiness and show, But Summer’s days will come and go.
summer sun, kids are having fun, playing in the garden, swimming in the pool, the sun is so bright, there's not a rain drop in sight. so come on everyone, enjoy the summer sun. we are all happy, now we are having fun but best of all we love the summer sun!
For stately trees in rich array, For sunlight all the happy day, For blossoms radiant and rare, For skies when daylight closes, For joyous, clear, outpouring song From birds that all the green wood throng, For all things young, and bright, and fair, We praise thee, Month of Roses!
For blue, blue skies of summer calm, For fragrant odors breathing balm, For quiet, cooling shades where oft The weary head reposes, For brooklets babbling thro' the fields Where Earth her choicest treasures yields, For all things tender, sweet and soft, We love thee, Month of Roses!
Tamika Merkison Bright Sunshine Author: Tamika Merkison O, Mr. Bright Sunshine you are so bright Please don’t ever go away. You make the flowers grow so large. You make the seasons come and go. Please Mr. Sunshine doesn’t ever leave go.
Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun Won't you please shine down on me (fingers shaped in a circle up high) Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun Hiding behind the tree (hide them behind your back) These little children are asking you To please come out so they can play with you Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun Won't you please shine down on Please shine down on, please shine down on me!
All Things Bright and Beautiful ~Cecil Frances Alexander All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. The purple-headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset, and the morning, That brightens up the sky; The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell, How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.
‘Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming all alone, All her lovely Companions Are faded and gone. No flower of her Kindred, No rose bud is Nigh, To reflect back Her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh.
June by Elaine Goodale For stately trees in rich array, For sunlight all the happy day, For blossoms radiant and rare, For skies when daylight closes, For joyous, clear, outpouring song From birds that all the green wood throng, For all things young, and bright, and fair, We praise thee, Month of Roses!
For blue, blue skies of summer calm, For fragrant odors breathing balm, For quiet, cooling shades where oft The weary head reposes, For brooklets babbling thro' the fields Where Earth her choicest treasures yields, For all things tender, sweet and soft, We love thee, Month of Roses!
Summer is Coming by Dora Goodale "Summer is coming!" the soft breezes whisper; "Summer is coming!" the glad birdies sing. Summer is coming - I hear her quick footsteps; Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.
Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands: "Summer is coming, and I cannot stay; Two of my children have crept from my bosom: April has left me but lingering May.
"What tho' bright Summer is crownèd with roses. Deep in the forest Arbutus doth hide; I am the herald of all the rejoicing; Why must June always disown me?" she cried.
Down in the meadow she stoops to the daisies, Plucks the first bloom from the appletree's bough: "Autumn will rob me of all the sweet apples; I will take one from her store of them now."
Summer is coming! I hear the glad echo; Clearly it rings o'er the mountain and plain. Sorrowful Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands, Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign.
Ocean breeze blowing, (sway arms back and forth) Feet kick and splash, (kick feet) Ocean waves breaking on rocks with a crash. (clap hands loudly) Boys finding seashells, (look down and pick up pretend shell) Girls sifting sand, (pretend to sift) Friends building castles, (put one hand on top of the other) As high as they can. I stretch my arms out, (arms out to sides) Far as they'll reach. Oh my, what fun on this day at the beach!!
BEND low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long arm man can pick off stars, Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl, So near you are, summer stars, So near, strumming, strumming, So lazy and hum-strumming.
Rain in Summer
ReplyDeleteby Henry W. Longfellow
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the window pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
Summer:
ReplyDeleteI love summer! Summer is hot.
It's sun and shade.
It's water to wade.
It's frogs and bugs.
It's grass for rugs.
It's eating outside.
It's a tree-swing ride.
It's tomatoes and corn.
It's dew in the morn.
It's dogs and boys
And lots of noise.
It's a hot sunny sky.
It's summer. That's why.....
I love summer.
(I love this one. It mentions all the wonderful things about Summer. Elementary school level)
posted by: Krista Canfield
Summer
ReplyDeleteThe summer sun in the sky,
Shining, shining up so high
Makes it warm for outside fun.
To play at the park and run,
To swim and hike and fish,
And to go on a picnic if you wish.
Posted by Erin Swallow
At the Sea-Side
ReplyDeleteby Robert Louis Stevenson
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
Rain In Summer
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the over-flowing spout!
Across the window pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and side,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
Sunflakes
ReplyDeleteIf sunlight fell like snowflakes,
gleaming yellow and so bright,
we could build a sunman,
we could have a sunball fight,
we could watch the sunflakes
drifting in the sky.
We could go sleighing
in the middle of July
through sundrifts and sunbanks,
we could ride a sunmobile,
and we could touch sunflakes—
I wonder how they'd feel.
--FRANK ASCH
Summer
ReplyDeleteColour has exploded
everywhere the eye can see;
Summer is smiling down on us
wherever we may be.
Gentle breezes, refreshing rain,
and the dancing sun take part
In giving earth the summer touch -
tonic for the heart.
Joan Adams Burchell
An idea was to have the kids act out each bug.
ReplyDeleteJune Bugs
They slither
they hop
They fly
and crawl
They're hairy
scaley
They're short
or tall
In the summer months
the bugs come out to play
some like the night
and some like the day
So if you see a bug
playing in the sun
admire it's beauty
and let it have it's fun
Summer's Day
ReplyDeleteSummer’s days come and go,
Summer’s days aren’t for show.
The sun shines from early morning,
To late evening.
Colors like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, pink,
Seep into the sky like a spilled bottle of ink.
Then they slowly blend together in the sky,
To kiss the day goodbye.
The moon hangs in the black at night,
To make a beautiful sight,
For lovers in the peak of their love,
For they love to look above.
In the morning, birds chirp with delight,
And animals wake to the early morning light.
Flowers bloom with happiness,
And people pick them with kindness.
Their bright colors attracting many,
Surprising if they don’t attract any.
Trees as green as can be,
Their branches swimming like in a sea.
With days so golden and full and warm,
How could any be unhappy?
With butterflies passing in a swarm,
People need to be happy.
Joy vibrating from their face,
Rippling into empty space.
Dancing round in a meadow,
Tangled grass on your big toe.
Jumping into ice cool lakes and springs,
Listening to how the splashing sings.
Water droplets sparkling like crystals against the sun,
Screaming, laughing, having fun.
Loving, caring, adventure, friends,
Knowing, laughing, being sure, having no ends.
Summer with long, golden hair to match the sun,
And eyes to match the sky.
Summer’s days may be for happiness and show,
But Summer’s days will come and go.
Summer sun!
ReplyDeleteby shannon
summer sun,
kids are having fun,
playing in the garden,
swimming in the pool,
the sun is so bright,
there's not a rain drop in sight.
so come on everyone,
enjoy the summer sun.
we are all happy,
now we are having fun
but best of all we love the summer sun!
June
ReplyDeleteby Elaine Goodale
For stately trees in rich array,
For sunlight all the happy day,
For blossoms radiant and rare,
For skies when daylight closes,
For joyous, clear, outpouring song
From birds that all the green wood throng,
For all things young, and bright, and fair,
We praise thee, Month of Roses!
For blue, blue skies of summer calm,
For fragrant odors breathing balm,
For quiet, cooling shades where oft
The weary head reposes,
For brooklets babbling thro' the fields
Where Earth her choicest treasures yields,
For all things tender, sweet and soft,
We love thee, Month of Roses!
Summer Sun
ReplyDeleteby Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
A Sweet Slice of Summer
ReplyDeleteAuthor: Patti Weigel
A sweet slice of summer,
On a hot a afternoon,
The perfect treat to eat outside,
You don’t even need a spoon.
As you take a big old bite,
Feel the juice begin to run,
Be careful not to eat the seeds,
You spit those out, for fun!
A slice of watermelon,
Just can’t be beat,
It is the taste of summer,
Juicy and sweet!
MeredithC
ReplyDeleteBed in Summer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Tamika Merkison
ReplyDeleteBright Sunshine Author: Tamika Merkison
O, Mr. Bright Sunshine you are so bright
Please don’t ever go away. You make the flowers
grow so large. You make the seasons come and go.
Please Mr. Sunshine doesn’t ever leave go.
Oh Mr. Sun
ReplyDeleteOh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun
Won't you please shine down on me (fingers shaped in a circle up high)
Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun
Hiding behind the tree (hide them behind your back)
These little children are asking you
To please come out so they can play with you
Oh mister sun, sun, mister golden sun
Won't you please shine down on
Please shine down on,
please shine down on me!
All Things Bright and Beautiful
ReplyDelete~Cecil Frances Alexander
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
Posted by Lisa White
ReplyDeleteThe Last Rose of Summer
By Thomas Moore
‘Tis the last rose
of summer,
Left blooming all
alone,
All her lovely
Companions
Are faded and
gone.
No flower of her
Kindred,
No rose bud is
Nigh,
To reflect back
Her blushes,
Or give sigh for
sigh.
June
ReplyDeleteby Elaine Goodale
For stately trees in rich array,
For sunlight all the happy day,
For blossoms radiant and rare,
For skies when daylight closes,
For joyous, clear, outpouring song
From birds that all the green wood throng,
For all things young, and bright, and fair,
We praise thee, Month of Roses!
For blue, blue skies of summer calm,
For fragrant odors breathing balm,
For quiet, cooling shades where oft
The weary head reposes,
For brooklets babbling thro' the fields
Where Earth her choicest treasures yields,
For all things tender, sweet and soft,
We love thee, Month of Roses!
Summer is Coming
ReplyDeleteby Dora Goodale
"Summer is coming!" the soft breezes whisper;
"Summer is coming!" the glad birdies sing.
Summer is coming - I hear her quick footsteps;
Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.
Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands:
"Summer is coming, and I cannot stay;
Two of my children have crept from my bosom:
April has left me but lingering May.
"What tho' bright Summer is crownèd with roses.
Deep in the forest Arbutus doth hide;
I am the herald of all the rejoicing;
Why must June always disown me?" she cried.
Down in the meadow she stoops to the daisies,
Plucks the first bloom from the appletree's bough:
"Autumn will rob me of all the sweet apples;
I will take one from her store of them now."
Summer is coming! I hear the glad echo;
Clearly it rings o'er the mountain and plain.
Sorrowful Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands,
Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign.
Day at the beach (fingerplay)
ReplyDeleteOcean breeze blowing,
(sway arms back and forth)
Feet kick and splash,
(kick feet)
Ocean waves breaking on rocks with a crash.
(clap hands loudly)
Boys finding seashells,
(look down and pick up pretend shell)
Girls sifting sand,
(pretend to sift)
Friends building castles,
(put one hand on top of the other)
As high as they can.
I stretch my arms out,
(arms out to sides)
Far as they'll reach. Oh my, what fun on this day at the beach!!
Summer Stars by Carl Sandburg
ReplyDeleteBEND low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.