Summer poems for older preschool children. Summer poems for children of senior preschool age Why watering cans are bored

New Year not far away.
Tinsel and bows...
There will be a holiday for you and me
In our kindergarten.

Adventures, miracles:
You are a bear and I am a fox.
Everything is under our Christmas tree
We'll dance in the kindergarten.

Let the holiday come to the house,
We've been waiting for him here for a long time,
We will meet him as we should:
Prepared outfits
We decorated the Christmas tree, learned songs,
We all dance around the tree together.
Children sing songs and read poems,
And they receive all gifts from Grandfather Frost!

The gentle sun rolled away.
Night fell in the dark blue shawl.
Our ancient city. sleep and rest.
Children fall asleep: bye-bye-bye.
Here he is swimming in a headscarf. Slowly. moon
And she carries stars in her basket.
In the house, grandma's song is barely audible.
Bai-bai-baiushki - she sings everything.

Freckled stars shine in the heights.
They are sleeping. hugging the pillows. children in silence
Slumber-slumber-slumber.grandsons are naughty
They will sleep until the sun rises.
Sleep.grandchildren. you should see.
Bye-bye-bayushki sunny dreams.

Today at grandma's
In a blue pan
There is delicious borscht.
Very Ksyusha and Dima
They love to eat borscht.
- Who else needs supplements?
There are dill and herbs in the borscht,
And beets and cabbage.
The plates are already empty,
Look, really
The grandchildren ate all the borscht!
And when you're full,
Cheeks flushed
Granny smiled.
All!!!
We've had enough!

My dad is strong and big
He is so dear to me.
Kind laughs in the eyes,
He carries me on his shoulders!
My dad and I are very interested,
He teaches to act honestly
Everywhere in everything, always, always,
So as not to be ashamed EVER!

Will answer any question.
But only without capricious tears.
Dad and I read together
We cut boards and plan them.
Dad will say: “Well, son,
Well, you helped me!"
I try my best,
So that dad would praise him again.

And if I'm afraid of something,
I run to him, I cling to him,
So that he could protect me,
But he can be very strict
If I suddenly become rude,
I'm proud of my dad and
I LOVE!

I'll send a letter, a big letter,
Not easy, custom made!
Letter to letter, line to line,
Not even the points are forgotten
No mistakes, no blots,
There are eight stamps on the envelope!!
...Hello, Grandma Tanyusha,
Granddaughter Ksyusha is writing to you.
I miss you so much
And I dream about the meeting so much.
I'm saving you cookies
Come visit us on Sunday
I'm waiting impatiently, grandma.
Definitely... with jam!!

Someone's in the house
make-believe
Locked it in the refrigerator
cat!!
Pepper in the kettle
ladle
Who poured
make-believe?!
Punish. whether.
An earring?
Not really
make-believe?
He sheds tears.
It pours into your palm,
Maybe. Same
Make-believe?!

The soap foams quickly.
Foams. Not lazy.
Washing dirty fingers.
Washes white.
The fingers were different
All day activities:
in paint.
And second
in putty.
Third
in plasticine.
Fourth
in shoe polish.
Fifth finger
in soot.
You can't even see your finger!
Washcloth, soap, foam
Fingers for sure
They will wash it white.
And Gena will take it.
Back to business!

The son asks dad:
-I wonder why
Two ears. one language.
Well, I don’t understand? -
-Okay, what did you ask?
Let me explain, Ilyusha,
So that you talk less.
And I LISTENED more!

Dad was proud today!
He baked a huge cake.
The cake is beautiful and flaky.
But he was so salty
Surprisingly tasteless.
Dad walks around sad and sad.

He explained to everyone later
How he confused salt with sand
Said. What a clueless one.
I feel sorry for dad! Apparently new
The Japanese recipe was like this.
Sprinkle salt on each layer!

Grandma, you too
Were you little?
And she loved to run
And did you pick flowers?
And played with dolls
You, granny, right?
What hair color was it?
Do you have it then?

So I will too
Grandma and me?
Is it possible to stay
Can't you go small?

There is Heat in the middle of the courtyard,
It sits and roasts in the morning.
You climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths there is Heat.
It's time for the heat to go away,
But everyone is in spite of the Heat.
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
It's hot, hot, hot everywhere...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Standing in the sun all day?

From what
So much light?
From what
Is it warm around?
Because
What is it - summer
It came to us for the whole summer.

That's why
And every day
It's getting longer
Every day
Well, what about the nights?
Night after night
Shorter and shorter...

Hooray! New Years is soon!
The miracle holiday is coming.
I'll decorate with mom in the morning
Everyone more beautiful Christmas tree ours.

So that Santa Claus notices
He got better, became very cheerful,
And after listening to my poem,
Gave me a bag of candy!

June-growing

Dawn meets dawn,

And in the field the rye sways,

And the grass is all covered in dew -

They dream of a braid.

And the sky is a rainbow ribbon

Rinses in the Volga, Ladoga.

We're jumping over the ground

On a black cloud

And we see under the birches

Father and mother with braids.

We're taking it to father and mother

Sour cream and pancakes.

M. Sukhorukova

June

June came, June, June.

Birds are chirping in the garden,

Just blow on a dandelion -

And it will all fly apart.

S. Marshak

Beyond the outskirts

Beyond our outskirts

It's warm in the sun.

Green plantain

The road was covered in snow.

And along the edges of the road,

Along the river bank,

Chamomiles with cornflowers

They run in a race.

V. Lisichkin

Bee

Work for a small bee

Not at all lazy.

From flower to flower

Flying every day.

For many kilometers

The path goes from home

But a smart little bee

He will always find his home.

Collects bit by bit

Floral scent,

And the honey will become fragrant,

Which I am very happy about!

N. Migunova

June

Bells, daisies,

Forget-me-nots, cornflowers.

Barefoot and shirtless

We walk around and weave wreaths.

V. Berestov

If I pick a flower,

If you pick a flower,

If everything: both me and you,

If we pick flowers, -

All the clearings will be empty

And there will be no beauty!

T. Sobakina

On the lawn by the stump

We found a beetle in the grass.

The beetle is big and mustachioed,

Sing us a song.

The beetle took flight

Sounded like an airplane:

“Ju-zhu-zhu, zhu-zhu-zhu,

Goodbye, I'm in a hurry."

E. Trutneva

Morning

Morning is a time of cleanliness.

It's important for cats to lick.

Swifts clean their feathers.

Hedgehogs wash their faces.

And only one pig

He won't wash himself when he wakes up.

I woke up a little - I immediately eat,

He will dive into the trough up to his eyebrows -

So the face is washed.

Morning in the early hours

Everywhere in the early hours

Sewed the country morning

To all the blades of grass from the dew

The dress is transparent.

I. Demyanov

Why are watering cans bored?

In the garden by the bench

Watering cans get bored all day long.

The sky is very cloudy

That's why it's boring.

G. Lagzdyn

Summer evening

Everything is visible from my window:

The yard and the garden, and the pine trees beyond the meadow,

The sun is leaving little by little,

Waving an orange handkerchief at me.

Dad will say:

Makes the child sleepy.

What are you talking about, dad, it’s not time for me to sleep.

I just sat on the windowsill in the evening,

And the smell of flowers comes from the yard.

V. Prikhodko

Clouds

Clouds raced in the sky, staring into the sky.

In one there is thunder, in the other there is hail,

In the third - lightning is burning,

And in the fourth cloud, a mighty rain cloud,

An accordion is folded, a path in seven colors!

G. Lagzdyn

Thunder with a bucket

There is thunder with a bucket cloud.

Brings streams of rain and dewdrops.

Frogs set up

Sounding mugs.

Filled with daisies

Porcelain cups.

The herons drank

The last drops....

And at the very bottom -

N. Maznyak

White swans

White swans live in the sky,

Swans swim smoothly along it.

White feathers curl slightly,

Hello cloud swans!

L. Kudryavskaya

Clouds

Oh, what a cloud

The cloud is deep

White, distant,

Right above me.

Oh, what a cloud

The cloud is high

The cloud is distant

Can't reach with your hand.

Will swim and hide

In the field outside the outskirts,

He will wash himself in the lake

Fresh water.

V. Stepanov

Strawberries

On a thawed forest patch

Strawberry under a pine tree.

Small strawberry

Bloomed well in spring.

Bees sat on it

The cockchafer flew over her,

Her neighbor is cheerful -

Spring among the stones.

The sun was warm for many days

Lush bush near the stones.

Strawberry was becoming

Everything is nicer and bigger.

She blushed on every side,

Filled with fragrant juice.

E. Trutneva

Multi-colored globe

If they bloomed in the field

Only white flowers

I'd be tired of admiring

They will soon be you and me.

If they bloomed in the field

Only yellow flowers

You and I would get bored

From such beauty.

It's good that there are daisies

Roses, asters, cornflowers,

Dandelions and porridges,

Forget-me-nots and frying!

It's good that they are different

People with eye and skin color.

How beautiful the colorful world is,

Multi-colored globe!

A. Shlygin

Lying, sitting, half-sitting,

Standing and crawling

In crowded but not mad

Friends met:

Moss, nut, whiny bastard,

Acorn, beetle, twig,

Two dewdrops, an aspen leaf,

Scarlet like a badge

And an orange saffron milk cap -

Sign of rainy days -

I've burned a place here

With its redness.

N. Matveeva

Rain

Along the field path

I'm hurrying home from the river.

And from a small cloud

It's pouring rain.

It's like someone's on top

Carries water in a sieve,

Rain, pour more joyfully,

Don't regret the warm drops!

The harder it rains,

The fatter the rye will be!

A. Yashin

Merry rains

How much rain have I known?

Count quickly:

Wind and rain

Mushroom rain,

Rain with a rainbow-arc,

Rain and sun

Rain and hail,

Rain with red leaf fall.

A. Taraskin

Rain

The prickly rain is lashing, lashing,

And when it gets tired of pouring -

We'll hang clouds in the yard

Dry on a line.

I. Bruckner

Mischievous rain

Top-top-top along the pavement,

Over umbrellas, over roofs

The mischievous rain is jumping

Sometimes stronger, sometimes quieter.

Rainbows sparkle in puddles,

The wet tires rustle

The city smells clean.

Forest, leaves, grass...

The city smiles, the city washes itself.

I. Mikhailova

Rain

Rain, rain... It pours, it pours...

We are waiting for it to pass.

The cat is crying at the door:

"Meow! Let me into the house quickly.”

The squirrel jumped into the hollow:

It's dry and warm there.

The ant hurries to his house,

He covered himself with a petal.

Only clouds have fun:

They are not afraid of rain and thunder.

Clouds like to race

One after another, day after day.

E. Sokolova

Rain

The rain fell along the garden path,

Drops hang on the branches like earrings,

If you touch a birch tree, it will perk up

And he will laugh, he will laugh until he bursts into tears.

The rain rustled across the green meadow,

Even the flowers were surprised at each other:

In the cups of leaves, on every blade of grass -

One by one, one by one.

G. Ladonshchikov

Rain

Like out of a thundercloud,

The rain is pouring obliquely, prickly!

For nettles, for raspberries,

To our basket for berries,

Herbs, smacking, chewing,

Not a step behind!

He rushes with us to the gate!

He will wet us to the skin!

G. Lagzdyn

Mischievous

Striped, barefoot,

The rain splashed down the road.

A prankster just in case

He was attached to his mother cloud.

Umbrella

Do you hear? I hear you!

Drops fall on the roof

Only suddenly the people see -

The roof moved forward:

She ran along the road

And under the roof are someone's feet.

Is this a miracle? No, not a miracle:

Luda is holding my mother’s umbrella.

I. Mikhailova

Sunshine through the window

It's shining for us in the morning.

Take a walk a little

The kids came out.

If you ask for rain,

It won't drizzle:

“Rain, rain, don’t be angry,

Don’t rush to drive us away!”

E. Sokolova

Summer sentences

Sunny, show yourself!

Red, gear up!

So that year after year

The weather gave us

Warm summer

Mushrooms in birch bark,

Berries in a basket,

Green peas.

The sun is red,

The horn is clear!

Fly into the sky like a bird,

Light up our land

So that gardens and vegetable gardens

Green up, bloom, grow!

The sun is red,

Burn, burn clearly!

Swim like a fish in the sky,

Revive our land.

All the kids in the world

Warm up, get healthy!

Vitilek moth,

Bring us the breeze:

Turn from the gate

Drive the boat into the stream.

Wey, wey, breeze,

Pull up the sail

They're shavings

From west to east!

Oh you, rainbow-arc,

You're tall and tight!

Don't let it rain

Give us a bucket!

For the kids to take a walk,

So that the calves can gallop,

Need some sunshine

Bell!

ladybug,

Fly to the patch,

Bring us rain from the sky,

To be with us in the summer

There are beans in the garden,

There are berries, mushrooms in the forest,

There is water in the spring,

There's wheat in the field!

Box butterfly,

Fly to a cloud

Your kids are there

On a birch branch!

Snail, snail,

Stick your horns out!

Let's give you some flatbreads

pork feet,

Porridge pot,

A pile of bread!

July the sufferer

July is the peak of summer,

And the earth is sunny

Caressed, warmed.

I'm on a throne of sand

In a chamomile crown

Like a king.

Swimming, sunbathing

And I help my mother:

I will weed all the beds -

I don't like to be lazy.

July is a seething sufferer,

A horseman with a wreath of berries.

M. Sukhorukova

July

Haymaking is in July

Sometimes thunder grumbles somewhere,

And ready to leave the hive

Young bee swarm.

S. Marshak

July

Take a look into the July forest -

The strawberries are ripening.

Each clearing -

Self-assembled tablecloth.

Found in July

Very tasty finds.

All pots know this,

Jars, bowls, pans

V. Berestov

Good morning!

The sleepy birch trees smiled,

Silk braids are disheveled,

Green earrings rustle

And the silver dews burn.

The fence is overgrown with nettles

Dressed in bright mother of pearl

And, swaying, whispers playfully:

"Good morning!".

S. Yesenin

Evening

Pale pink stripe

Dawn goes out behind the mountain.

The ear is dozing, bending over

Above the dewy boundary.

The day says goodbye to the earth.

Quietly, quietly the night goes on,

In the sky a month follows

The stars lead clear.

A. Pleshcheev

Rainbow

Seven-color arc

It stood above the houses.

This, my son, is a rainbow, -

Mom told me. -

If it's raining but there's sunshine

Shines brightly from above,

Meet the rainbow at the window:

You will recognize the seven colors.

A. Loktev

Rainbow

A beautiful rainbow came out,

Multi-colored braid.

Variegated ribbons in a braid -

And there are exactly seven of them in total.

The beauty gives them -

Take whichever one you like.

E. Izmailov

Cilia

Why is this suddenly

Has the meadow turned white today?

The children are all running there.

Has something happened?

A flock of birds flew away.

So I’m running to the meadow...

Very white eyelashes

By the daisies in the meadow.

S. Khudyakov

Daisies

White daisies scattered

Through the meadows, among tall grasses.

It's like someone scattered papers

Drawing suns on them.

A ringing bell invites

Gather them into a field bouquet,

But daisies are cunning girls -

They just smile back.

G. Novitskaya

Haymaking

Haymaking, haymaking,

The meadow was left without hair!

He has his hair cut in braids,

He is sprinkled with dew.

The haystacks scattered like a herd,

Just don't graze them.

We all helped adults:

They raked and raked.

And when the haystacks were swept away,

We counted them ourselves!

M. Sadovsky

Haymaking

Haymaking, haymaking,

A cart of hay and a cart again.

Haystack and new haystack.

Both in the fields and along the roads.

How is this hairstyle

Good for summer!

I. Tokmakova

What a sunshine

It's dawning, it's dawning...

The village is waking up.

The sun rises early,

He calls everyone to exercise.

Woke up the piglet

And a foal

Mother duck and ducklings

On a crooked willow they are giggling,

There are sunflowers under the window.

What sunshine!

E. Avdienko

In the garden

Suppresses weeds

Pea bushes,

And the carrots are barely visible.

In general, things are bad.

Carrots won't grow that way

It won't do any good!

Two sisters again today

We went out to weed.

Marinka has two hands,

And Sveta has two hands,

Work went well

Watch out, weeds!

A. Barto

Builders

Let your parents not be angry

That the builders will get dirty.

Because the one who builds

He's worth something!

And it doesn't matter what for now

This house is made of sand!

This section of our website contains poems for children 4-5-6 years old. At that age, the child already easily perceives the rhythmic syllable of poetry and learns to memorize long works. He is interested in more complex plots and vivid illustrations. Thanks to the latter, figurative memory is activated and the child remembers the text of the poem more easily. For children 4-5-6 years old you will find a rich collection of poems by Barto, Chukovsky, Marshak, Mikhalkov, Berestov and other authors. We tried to select the best illustrations for the poems to please children and adults.

poems for children 4-5-6 years old to read

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Lots of berries and mushrooms, a variety of vegetables and fruits, flowering carpets summer flowers- all these are gifts from children’s most favorite time of year. The kids will definitely be delighted with this fabulous summer! Spend this time interesting and useful. Including reading poetry with your children, developing memory, memorizing poetry.

Today for you is a selection of poems about summer for children 6-7 years old. You will find poems about hot days and bright sun, about trips to the sea, to the village and to the country, about flowers, berries and fruits.

Summer is a hot time! The sun is shining in the morning

Short, beautiful poems about summer for children 6-7 years old

Summer is a hot time,
The sun is shining in the morning,
Even if it rains -
Everything around is shining and singing.
Summer - blue river
And the clouds float in it,
The berries burn like ruby,
It's vacation time for the guys.
Elena Erato

The sun is shining brightly

The sun is shining brightly.
There is warmth in the air.
And wherever you look -
Everything is bright all around!
The meadow is colorful
Bright flowers.
Covered in gold
Dark sheets.
I. Surikov

How beautiful it is, a summer day,
The shadow plays merrily
A butterfly flutters in the garden,
The finch hums something
By the bush of blooming roses
A flock of dancing dragonflies,
And the bee buzzes all day -
She brought fragrant honey.
Elena Erato

June has arrived.
"June! June!" -
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fly apart.
S. Marshak

Haymaking occurs in July.
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
S. Marshak

We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Full of blacks.
S. Marshak

A good day

What a good day it is:
A light breeze blows
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!
And you don’t need any boots,
No shirt, no stockings,
No jacket, no galoshes...
What a good day it is!
A. Shibaev

In the great world
Many miracles:
Isn't the brooding forest a miracle?
With green grass and wild berries?
Glitter of emerald
Wings of beetles,
Blue Moth Cloak -
Isn't it a miracle?
G. Galina

What does summer bring?
The sun's hot rays,
A true celebration of color
And babbling streams.

Cherries, apples and plums,
Apricots, grapes!
And even though the nettles burn my feet,
We still run to the garden.

Listen to a short but very sweet poem for children and adults about summer.

I’ll give you a drop of summer, just hold out your palms!

Poems about summer for children 6-7 years old to memorize

I paint summer -
What color?
Red paint -
Sun,
There are roses on the lawns,
And green is the field,
There are mowings in the meadows.
Blue paint - the sky
And the stream is singing.
What kind of paint?
Will I leave the cloud?
I paint summer -
It's very difficult...
Pavel Pronuso

About summer and sea

If we go to the sea
Relax with mom and dad
So very, very soon
We will dive into the waves.

We will play for a long time,
It's light outside
Climb trees.
If only summer wouldn't go away!

Come visit us

Come visit us
Out of town, to the country.
We'll show you miracles
My sister Dasha and I:
How do we grow onions?
And the potatoes bloom,
How a worm dances
On my palm.
Valentina Minkova

I'll give you a drop of Summer...

I'll give you a drop of Summer...
Just hold out your palms!
I will carefully place Zarya...
Or the hot sun at its zenith...

And Honey... Lilac Dawn...
And I give you the Sunset... so hot...
And yet...the Moon beckoning Light...
And I’ll give you Rolling Thunder to boot...

Nothing is a pity for FRIENDS!
Take it... let Summer Laugh!
And let it be a little warmer...
To you in the Soul...Warmed by Attention!

I woke up early this morning.
The sun is just rising
And with your rosy ray
Calls to travel.
Past dad, past mom
I'm walking on tiptoes.
And outside the door there is a bird noise,
Rustle of leaves in the garden.
What a summer! How much light!
In our morning garden!
And I couldn’t be happier!
I'm going to travel!
N. Antonova

Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
It's a great time
When summer comes
And it's hot.
I'm on nice days
I don't like sitting in the shade
I love swimming here:
There is a beach, sand and a pond.
I'm swimming, I'm swimming,
And I dive and splash,
I'll take a little rest
And I'll start all over again!
L. Lukanova

In the forest

A lot in the forest
Blueberries; I'll tear it down
To my mom.
Here's another bump.
I'm not afraid!
Is there a mushroom?
Well, I'll bend over.
And over there on the Christmas tree
Woodpecker sits
There are cracks in the tree
It's important.
Apparently for dinner
He needs a beetle
With a mustache.
S. M. Gorodetsky

After Spring comes Summer
Dressed in a bright dress.

It makes friends with the Sun,
Smiles at Nature.

Gives a harvest to the Earth
And for the kids - creme brulee.

Vacation gives to mom and dad,
The air smells of flowers.

This is what Summer is like
What is sung by poets.

“Summer is 3 months without textbooks, 92 days of freedom, 2208 hours of happiness, 132480 minutes of bliss and 7948800 seconds of brightness”

Summer smells of strawberries, warm rain, strawberries...

Poems about summer for children 6-7 years old

The blue cloud was walking
In the clear blue sky,
Suddenly it fell like rain
And summer thunder rang out.

Where the droplets fell,
Sea of blue cornflowers,
Where the lightning flashed,
There were no traces left.

The sun is in the clear sky again
A white light illuminated.
Daisies bloomed in the field
And there is no more bad weather.

Multi-colored arc
A rainbow is blooming in the sky,
With barely audible steps
The July day is upon us.
I. Butrimova

Golden sunflower,
Petals are rays.
He is the son of the sun
And a cheerful cloud.
In the morning he wakes up,
The sun is shining,
Closed at night
Yellow eyelashes.

In summer our sunflower -
Like a colored flashlight.
In the fall we have little black ones
He will give you some seeds.
T. Lavrova

Dandelion

How cool it is in the spruce thicket!
I am carrying flowers in my arms...
white-headed dandelion,
Do you feel good in the forest?
You grow at the very edge,
You are standing in the very heat.
The cuckoos are cuckooing over you,
Nightingales sing at dawn.
And the fragrant wind blows,
And drops leaves on the grass...
Dandelion, fluffy flower,
I'll tear you down quietly.
I'll rip you off, honey, can I?
And then I'll take it home.
...The wind blew carelessly -
My dandelion flew around.
Look what a blizzard it is
In the middle of a hot day!
And the fluffs fly, sparkling,
On flowers, on grass, on me...
Elena Blaginina

What does summer smell like?

Summer smells like strawberries
Warm rain, strawberries.
Summer smells like cucumbers
And fragrant flowers,
silver fish,
And cool okroshka.
Summer smells like the blue sea,
Coniferous forest, open field,
Apples and mushrooms
And ripened bread,
And also bee honey,
Have a fun trip,
Mint, clover, wormwood,
The aroma of pears and melon.
Summer has many smells,
You won't tell me until dawn,
Summer is very tasty
And not at all sad.
Natalia Anishina

Summer. August.
The sun is shining.
And a playful breeze
Shakes a little without noticing
White butterflies, flower.
The lilies swayed.
The breeze whispers in the forest:
“Autumn is coming, dears,
I'll bring it to you."
The birches suddenly rustled:
“Don’t scare everyone.
Only ready for October
It will be an autumn outfit.”
August walks through the forest.
Offers gifts to everyone:
Pears, apples, nuts -
Red squirrels for fun.
Fresh carrots for the hare,
So that the coward jumps deftly.
In the field there is buckwheat for the little mice,
And honey mushrooms are for hedgehogs,
Ripe berries harvest -
Just put out the buckets!
Sweet honey for the little bear -
August sends gifts to everyone.

Summer is ending

The last gentle warmth
So far summer is spoiling us...
The sky is transparent, like glass,
Washed by rain and wind.
Rows of old poplars
Relaxing in an ancient park
And flower beds lushly along the alleys
They are blooming and fragrant...
A steamboat is sailing along the river,
The lawn grass is emerald,
And soon autumn will arrive
It’s still very hard to believe...
N. Metelkina

- Dad, are we going to go to the sea this summer?
- With your grades... your teachers will go to the sea this year!

Today is a bathing day in the forest, everyone who is not too lazy to wash themselves

Funny poems about summer for children 6-7 years old

There is Heat in the middle of the courtyard,
It sits and roasts in the morning.
You climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths there is Heat.
It's time for the heat to go away,
But everyone is in spite of the heat!
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
It's hot, hot, hot everywhere...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Standing in the sun all day?
E. Bitsoeva

Rain

Early in the morning, exactly at five,
The rain came out for a walk.
I was in a hurry out of habit -
The whole earth asked for drink, -
Suddenly he reads on the sign:

"Do not walk on the grass".
The rain said sadly:
"Oh!"
And left.
The lawn is dry.
O.Bundur

Mosquitoes

Everyone was exhausted from the heat.
It's cool in the garden now,
But that's how mosquitoes bite,
At least run out of the garden!
Marina, younger sister,
Fights mosquitoes.
The mosquito has a stubborn temperament
But she's more stubborn!
She will drive them away with her hand,
They spin again.
She shouts: - What a shame,
They attacked the baby!
And mom sees from the window,
How brave Marina is
Fighting alone in the garden
With a squad of mosquitoes.
Two mosquitoes are sitting again
On the baby's finger!
Marina, brave sister,
Slam the blanket!
Agniya Barto

Warm rain

Cheerful thunder roared...
It's raining in a thick forest.
It's a bath day there today,
Wash everyone who is not too lazy.
Messing up my hair,
Birch trees wash their heads.
Dusty oaks
Red forelocks are washed.
The linden tree bent down in the rain,
Washes the leaves until they squeak.
In front of the puddle mirrors
The trees are taking showers.
And rowan trees and aspens
They wash their necks, wash their backs...
Wash everyone who is not too lazy,
After all, today is bath day!
Z. Alexandrova

"Apple"

In Adilzhan's yard there is an apple tree, an apple tree.
I couldn’t hold the ripe fruit
Apple tree, apple tree.
An apple fell from a branch -
The boy got his hands on:
How fragrant and bright
A gift to the old apple tree!
Everything is in stripes
In bright sparkles
Apple, apple.
With a scarlet side.
Sweet juice -
Apple, apple.

My mom
V. Kryuchkov

As soon as I wake up, I smile,
The sun kisses me tenderly.
I look at the sun - I see my mother,
The sun is my dear mother!

Evening is coming, I'll go to bed soon,
And the wind shakes the early star.
I hear the song about the stars again:
My dear mother hums!

Ogonyok
E. Blaginina

Crunching outside the window
Frosty day.
Standing on the window
Light flower.

Raspberry color
Petals are blooming
As if for real
The lights came on.

I water it
I take care of him,
Give it away
I can't do it to anyone!

He's very bright
It's very good
Very much like my mother's
Looks like a fairy tale!

Everyone will congratulate their mother in their own way.
Iris Review

Each in his own way
Congratulations to mom
Everyone has talents
It will show today.

Someone will cook
Lunch for mom
Someone will take it
She's got a theater ticket.

Someone will dance
And someone will sing.
Someone's in order
And it will bring shine.

Someone luxurious
Buy her a flower
Someone beautiful
A sprout will sprout.

I'll draw
Portrait for mom.
And, of course,
Spring bouquet.

I will write
A poem for mom.
I'll portray
How the cockerel crows.

Each in his own way
Congratulations to mom
Everyone has talents
It will show up more clearly.

Magic comb

I'm a magic comb
I'm friends with any hairstyle,
I can handle everything, brothers,
I want to decorate you.
If your hair is neat,
Everyone around you is so nice
Everyone admires you
They can't take their eyes off.

My bear

I sewed a shirt for a bear
I'll sew some pants for him.
I need to sew a pocket on them
And put some candy.

Porridge was cooked on the stove.
Where is our big spoon?
I'll tell you before you eat
I wash my paws with water.

I'll tie a napkin for you.
Eat a cutlet
Eat some candy
Drink your milk
And let's go for a walk quickly.

Tuchka

Cloud and sunshine again
They started playing hide and seek.
Only the sun will hide
The cloud will burst into tears.
And when the sun is found,
Immediately the rainbow laughs.

How we spent our time
E. Uspensky

We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
They sat on the bench,
We ate two cutlets.
They brought the frog
And they grew up a little.

Summer song
T Belozerov

Summer is laughing again
Out the open window
And sunshine and light
Full, full!
Panties and T-shirts again
Lying on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

Vladimir Stepanov
IN THE ASPEN FOREST

In the aspen forest
The aspen trees are trembling.
The wind blows
From aspen scarves.
He's on the path
Will take off the scarves -
In the aspen forest
Autumn will come.

N. Sakonskaya
Where's my finger?

Masha put on her mitten.
- Oh, where am I going?
There is no finger, it’s gone,
I didn’t get to my little house!
Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
You search, you search and you will find.
Hello, little finger!
How are you?

E. Ilyina
Our Christmas tree

Look through the crack of the door -
You will see our Christmas tree.
Our tree is tall
Reaches to the ceiling. –
And there are toys hanging on it -
From base to top...
... Who is this and where is it from?
Did he bring such a miracle to us?
What kind of day is it in our garden?
It's the first day of the year!

Once upon a time there were two cats -
Eight legs, two tails.
Got into a fight with each other
Gray cats.
They rose like a pipe
Gray tails.
They fought day and night
Shreds flew.
And left from the cats
Only the tips of the tails.

Bunny dance

Zainka, walk around, Gray, walk around.
Walk like this. Walk like this.
Little Bunny, spin around, Little Gray, spin around.
Spin around like this. Spin around like this.
Bunny, stomp your foot. Gray, stomp your foot.
Stomp your foot like this, stomp your foot like this. Zainka, dance,
Gray, dance. Gray, dance
Dance like this, dance like this.
Bunny, bow, Gray, bow.
Bow down like this, bow down like this.

Chicks chicks chicks
Chicks chicks chicks
A goose rides on a stick
Fishing rod on a pipe,
Chicken on a chick,
Bunny on a wheelbarrow
Boy on a dog.
Chicks chicks chicks
Vanya rides on a stick,
And Dunya is on a cart,
He cracks nuts.

MOTHER'S TEARS

Why did I throw up again?
An evil, cruel, nasty word?
How difficult it is for me to approach now,
How difficult it is to say: “Mom, I’m sorry!”
I offended you, dear, with words.
“But just don’t cry,” I beg my mother,
Well, scold me, punish me severely.
But just forgive, don’t be angry, for God’s sake!
And my mother suddenly smiled sweetly
And she said quietly: “I have forgiven you a long time ago.”
I will never forget my mother's tears,
And I won't be rude to anyone anymore.

LETTER TO GRANDMOTHER

GRANDSON AND GRANDFATHER

The grandson and grandfather remained at home.
Grandfather prepared lunch:
Soup, omelet, sweet compote,
After lunch, they go hide and seek
We decided to play with our grandson.
The grandson crawled under the bed.
There's a quiet snore there
And he's watching his grandfather.
The grandfather was looking for a grandson for a long time,
Slowly he opened the buffet,
I took out a box of chocolates:
- Oh, what a pity that there is no grandson!
Chocolate candies,
Decorative wrappers.
He took the candy, and at the same moment
He heard an angry cry!
- Grandfather! It's time to stop
You yourself taught to always share.
Better sit quietly in a chair,
Grandfather, I'll tell you honestly:
You are dear and loved to me,
Candy is harmful for the elderly
I say this to everyone
Saving you
I'll eat it myself!

TWO SONS

Today at Vanyushka's
From heels to crown
Black filth!
And even curls
They stick out black!
Dirty.Very dirty
My brother came from a walk.
Mom is upset.
She doesn't smile.
Ivan in an instant
Ruined the mood.
She'll have to again
Do laundry all day!
Today at Andryushka's
From heels to crown
There are greenfinches everywhere!
And even curls
They stick out green.
Green-pre-green
Today is little brother!
But mom doesn’t swear.
Mom smiles!
I stroked Andreika.
He painted the bench
And even the whole balcony
He managed to paint
To everyone's surprise
Happy birthday to mom!

IMPORTANT

FINGERS

LET HIM PLAY

I always trust my grandfather with secrets.
How I dream of a fast rocket!
And so I waited. I waited hurray!!
Grandfather gave me a rocket yesterday.
I am very glad. and grandfather is happy.
In the morning we rushed to the garden with a gift.

How high the rocket flew!
I hug my beloved grandfather.
And his eyes shone.
He's been playing with Rocket for half an hour already!!
And I stand at the bench and roar.
Tears are dripping straight into the grass.
and yet I love my grandfather very much.
Let him play. I'll be patient!

FAMILY CAKE

Dad was proud today!
He baked a huge cake.
The cake is beautiful and flaky.
But he was so salty
Surprisingly tasteless.
Dad walks around sad and sad.

He explained to everyone later
How he confused salt with sand
Said. What a clueless one.
I feel sorry for dad! Apparently new
The Japanese recipe was like this.
Sprinkle salt on each layer!

Oh. how surprised my mother was.
I was surprised. Smiled
And then she said:
The beginning is always the hardest!
Let's forget the failure.
We won’t bake in Japanese.
Let's bake a big one now
Delicious cake for the whole family!

BORSHCHIK