Nursery rhymes for children 6. Summer poems for older preschool children

New Year is just around the corner.
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 Christmas 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.
Bayu-baiu-baiushki 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 the 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 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, grandma, 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
Our Christmas tree is the most beautiful of all.

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

In older preschool age, the child listens with interest and easily perceives works of art. Reading poems develops phonemic awareness and creative imagination, and memorizing them develops speech and memory. Poems to memorize develop a child’s sense of humor and the ability to empathize with the characters. So read, discuss and learn. Good luck!

Poems for memorizing with children of senior preschool age

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The wind blows, blows, blows,
Warm snow sows, sows.
Pooh and fluff - white all around,
It immediately became quiet.
The snow lies like a blanket.
(L. Kvitko)

"Snowballs"

Like chalk, like chalk
The frost painted everything.
Even a black poodle is white
From the snowflakes I immediately became.
How much snow!
How much snow!
Clean, light as fluff.
How much snow!
How much snow!
If a snowball hits the target!
(A. Maisky)

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Gurgling in drops,
The icicle cried:
I wanted to sit higher
I wanted to climb onto the roof
I stepped on the ledge
And I'm afraid to fall down!
Cap! Cap! Cap!
(N. Polyakova)

"Drops"

The sun began to warm up,
The droplets began to knock.
A drop - one, a drop - two,
Drop slowly at first.
Hurry, hurry,
Faster and faster.
And then, then, then
Everybody run, run, run.
Streams ran
Try them, catch up!
(M. Kartushina)

"Rain"

Rain! Rain! We need
Go home.
Thunder! Thunder like cannons.
Today is a holiday for frogs.
Hail! Hail! Hail is pouring down!
Everyone is sitting under roofs.
Only my brother is in a puddle
He catches fish for our dinner.
(French song)

"Thunder"

Rah-fuck-raar!
Thunder rolled in the mountains,
Thundered under a black cloud,
Roared over the black steep.
Let thunder rumble in the mountains,
Let's go for a walk anyway!
(V. Gol)

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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,
I need some sunshine
Bell!
(Children's nursery rhyme)

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A horse walks along the bank,
Walks on green.
He shakes his head
Shakes his black mane,
The golden bridle rattles.
All the little rings -
Blink, blip, blip!
They are golden -
Clink, clink, clink!
(Children's nursery rhyme)

"The Uncooperative Hoopoe"

Marina was walking from the garden,
I found a hoopoe under a bush.
And the hoopoe said to her: “Doo-doo-doo,
I won't live with you!
I'll run away to my old grandmother,
Grandma will give me some cottage cheese!”
(Czech song)

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Gulya, blue dove!
Sit on a branch, on an oak tree!
I would sit down, but the owl,
The head is unkempt,
There are eyes - loop-loop!
And with your legs - thump, thump!
I don't want to go to the oak tree
I'll fly across the river -
To the green valley
To the cheerful rowan tree.
(Udmurt song)

"Cuckoo"

I don't remember
I fly and fly,
I'll sit on a bitch
I'll shout - peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.
And eggs into other people's nests
I will put it aside without shame,
Because I am a cuckoo -
I don't build my own nest.
I scream - ku-ku, ku-ku,
The beak does not open.
Look at me,
I am the only one!
(O. Zykova)

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Petya in yellow boots
Walks on the sand
And then he screams:
“Ku-ka-re-ku!
Come out, chickens,
Collect the crumbs
Bugs, spiders
On my path."
The chickens flapped their wings -
Co-co-co, co-co-co!
The chickens were tapping their noses -
Co-co-co, co-co-co!
“Give us, Petya, crumbs,
Don't be sorry for the little ones!
Give me a little more
It will be more fun!
Co-co-co, co-co-co!”
(A. Anufrieva)

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Early morning in the clearing
This is how monkeys frolic:
Left foot: stomp, stomp!
Right foot: stomp, stomp!
Hands up, up, up!
Who will rise the highest?
Hands down and bent over.
They put their hands on the floor.
And now on all fours
Let's have a nice walk.
And then we'll rest
Let's sit and go to sleep!
(I. Lopukhina)

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Golden, like bronze,
A beetle circles near a rose
And buzzes: “Zhu-zhu, zhu-zhu!
I’m very friendly with roses!”
(L. Ulyanitskaya)

"Sailor's Song"

We are raising anchors
And we set sail a little before dawn.
The sea is calling, the wind is singing.
Forward! Forward! Forward!
We are raising anchors
And we set sail a little before dawn.
Remember your land! Cheer up!
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!
(Norwegian song)

"Girl in the Forest"

I screamed loudly in the forest,
The booming echo answered.
Will it be cold soon?
The echo answered: “Yes!”
How many Christmas trees, look!
The echo answered: “Three!”
The old oak tree has completely dried up.
And the echo sighed: “Oh!”
Well, goodbye, I'm going home!
The echo was upset: “Oh!”
(I. Kalinina)

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Rye bread, loaves, rolls
You won't get it while walking.
People cherish bread in the fields,
They spare no effort for bread.
(Ya. Akim)

"Horse"

I have a horse -
This is a fire horse!
But! But! But! But!
This is a fire horse!
I'm riding it
On my horse.
But! But! But! But!
On my horse!
(N. Naydenova)

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We don't sit idle
We are making a house for the birds.
Trim-tom-tom, trim-tom-tom!
We will build a house for the birds.
Knock-Knock. Knock-Knock!
The hammer is our faithful friend.
Quickly, quickly they knocked,
They hammered the nails deftly.
Trim-tom-tom, trim-tom-tom!
The house is ready for the birds.
(S. Eremeev)

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Ay, knock, knock, knock,
The hammers started pounding
The hammers started pounding
Played with elbows:
Touki-tok, tok-tok,
We'll build a house soon.
(Folk nursery rhyme)

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:

“Zhu-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!

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 legs.

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, improve your health!

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 by,

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!

A variety of berries and mushrooms, a variety of vegetables and fruits, blooming carpets of 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'll 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?
Come on, I'll bend over.
And over there on the Christmas tree
Woodpecker sits
There are cracks in the tree
It's important to hammer.
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 will 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 lush 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 bath day in the forest, wash yourself everyone who is not too lazy

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 are spinning 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 on 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 yourself, everyone who is not too lazy,
After all, today is bath day!
Z. Alexandrova

Learning poetry with children is not an easy task! To begin with, it is important to give the baby time to calm down after active games. After this, you need to come up with a fairly compelling reason why he needs to learn this or that poem.

The argument “to develop memory” is unlikely to convince a child. You need to make a fun and exciting game out of memorizing poetry, giving this process a competitive nature, or motivating the child in another way suitable for him. You can say that you need to learn poetry in order for the child to be accepted into school. Naturally, it is important that the child really wants to go to school quickly.

In the process of memorizing poems, you can use your child’s favorite toys, role-play scenes with them or with each other. Pretend to be actors learning a play or play “school” together. The most important thing is that the child is interested and happy, and the child’s memory, which is very receptive, will do its job itself!

And now I bring you some of my favorite poems that you and your children will really like!

SNEGIRI

The bullfinches have arrived!
There are so many of them: one, two, three!
They sat on a tree,
We looked out the window...
Come out, Andryusha,
Look, listen,
Count us quickly:
How many guests do you have?
Invite us into your home
Treat yourself to some grain.
Let's eat some wheat,
And let's drink some water...
Let's wave our wings -
And thanks!" let's say.

Z. Orlova

IN KINDERGARTEN

Kindergarten, kindergarten!
You're always welcome to the guys!
Books and toys are waiting for us,
And balls and rattles...
We go to kindergarten in the morning.
The kids are very happy.
We do a round dance:
You can do it backwards.
You can jump and gallop,
And call your friends.
We played and sang,
We sat down on a bench to rest...
And now, baby,
It's time for lunch!

Z. Orlova

THAT'S SO HELPED!

We are at the dacha to help
We'll be with my brother again!
I just approached the garden bed -
Oh, the nettle stung!
It hurts me, but I don't cry.
We work in the country.
Field, field in order...
They were exhausted from the heat.
We looked back at the garden bed -
No carrots, just herbs...

Z. Orlova

WHAT WILL SUMMER GIVE?

- What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow arc in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
— The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cuckoo
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
“Tell me your fortune quickly!”
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!

V. Orlov

IF I WAS A GIRL

If I were a girl -
I wouldn't waste time!
I wouldn't jump on the street
I would wash the shirts
I would wash the kitchen floor
I would sweep the room
I would wash the cups, spoons,
I would peel the potatoes myself
All my toys myself
I would put it in its place!
Why am I not a girl?
I would help my mother so much!
Mom would immediately say:
“You’re doing well, Son!”

E. Uspensky

SUNDAY

Sunday is lucky!
Sundays are so needed!
Because on Sunday
Mom is making pancakes.
Dad washes the cups for tea.
We wipe them together,
And then we as a family
We drink tea with pancakes for a long time.
And a song pours through the window,
I'm ready to sing myself,
It's good when we're together
Even if there are no pancakes.

Oleg Bundur

RAIN, RAIN, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Rain, rain, where have you been?
-I was floating across the sky with a cloud!
-And then you crashed?
-Oh, no, no, it spilled with water,
Dripped, dripped down, fell -
I fell straight into the river!

And then I sailed far away
In the fast, blue-eyed river,
Loved it with all my heart
Our Motherland is great!

Well, then it evaporated,
Attached to a white cloud,
And I swam, I tell you,
To distant countries, islands.

And now over the ocean
I'm still floating into the distance with the fog!
Enough, wind, keep blowing -
We need to swim back.

To meet the river,
To rush with her into the native forest!
To admire with your soul
Our Motherland is big.

So, wind, my friend,
We are hurrying home with the cloud!
You, wind, urge us on -
Point the cloud towards the house!

Because I miss home...
Come on, I’ll rock the cloud!
I'm in such a hurry to get home...
I'll be back to you soon!

Kirill Avdeenko

SHIP

The boat is sailing, sailing,
Golden ship
He's lucky, he's bringing gifts,
Gifts for you and me.

Sailors on deck
They whistle, scurry, hurry.
Sailors on deck -
Fourteen little mice.

The boat is sailing, sailing
To the west, to the east.
Ropes are webs.
And the sail is a petal.

A duck is leading the boat,
Experienced sailor.
- Earth! - said the duck. –
Moor! Crack!

S.Marshak

MARY

At little Mary's
Big loss:
Her right shoe was missing.
In one she jumps
And he cries pitifully,
It’s impossible without the other!

But, dear Mary,
Don't cry about the loss.
Right foot boot
We'll sew you a new one
Or we’ll buy a ready-made one,
Just watch - take care!

S.Marshak

CUCKOO

Here is a forest bird -
It's called a cuckoo.
In the forest she is every branch's friend.
She eats caterpillars in a day
No less than she weighs!
These caterpillars are called “hairy”
They are not eaten by other birds!

N. Grakhov

Health and happiness to you and your children!