author unknown MITTENS Thumbs in the thumb place. Fingers all together. This is the song to sing In cold weather. When it is cold. It does not matter whether, Mittens are wool, Or made of finest leather.
Here is a poem that I fount appropriate for January. This poem focuses on the New Year's Day and saying farewell to the year that just went on its way.
New Year's Morning
Written by Helen Hunt Jackson
New Year's Morning
Only a night from old to new! Only a night, and so much wrought! The Old Year's heart all weary grew, But said: The New Year rest has brought." The Old Year's hopes its heart laid down, As in a grave; but trusting, said: "The blossoms of the New Year's crown Bloom from the ashes of the dead." The Old Year's heart was full of greed; With selfishness it longed and ached, And cried: "I have not half I need. My thirst is bitter and unslaked. But to the New Year's generous hand All gifts in plenty shall return; True love it shall understand; By all your failures it shall learn. I have been reckless; it shall be Quiet and calm and pure of life. I was a slave; it shall go free, And find sweet pace where I leave strife."
Only a night from old to new! Never a night such changes brought. The Old Year had its work to do; No New Year miracles are wrought.
Always a night from old to new! Night and the healing balm of sleep! Each morn is New Year's morn come true, Morn of a festival to keep. All nights are sacred nights to make Confession and resolve and prayer; All days are sacred days to wake New gladness in the sunny air. Only a night from old to new; Only a sleep from night to morn. The new is but the old come true; Each sunrise sees a new year born.
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!
Frosty is the morning; But the sun is bright, Flooding all the landscape With its golden light. Hark the sounds of laughter And the voices shrill! See the happy children Coasting down the hill. There are Tom and Charley, And their sister Nell; There are John and Willie, Kate and Isabel - Eyes with pleasure beaming, Cheeks with health aglow; Bless the merry children, Trudging through the snow! Now I hear them shouting, "Ready! Clear the track!" Down the slope they're rushing, Now they're trotting back. Full of fun and frolic, Thus they come and go. Coasting down the hillside, Trudging through the snow.
As the first breeze hits the valley, The creek covers with ice. As I breathe, the snow starts tumbling down Like a plane who has been hit on the wing. I get my snow suit on and head outside. I take my sled and start walking through the woods. My dog, Butch, barks at a bunny Which makes snow fall from the trees. I start sledding down a hill. It’s like driving a car without wheels As fast as a cheetah. I can hear my mom’s echo from the bottom Of the trees on the other side of the forest. I start walking through the deep packed snow. Butch falls through the snow ‘cause it is over his head. When we get back to our house My mom gives me some hot cocoa. It burns like fire on my lips. The steam is like the smoke form a fire. It is dark so I go to bed. I fall asleep like a grizzly bear in hibernation.
I thought these were suppose to go into word documents then attach, but i do not see a place to attach files so i am going to write my winter poems here. These to Poems came home in a poetry journel my daughter brought home last year, she was in second grade.
Poem #1- A WIntry If By Vivian Gouled If frogs and worms, and bears and bees had sleds and ice skates or some skis, they might not hide from snow and ice. They just might find winter nice.
Poem #2- Dragons Smoke By Lilian Moore Breathe and blow White clouds With every puff. It's cold today, cold enough to see your breath. HUFF! Breathe dragon smoke Today!
~I thought the last one was so cute, reminded me of so many winter mornings as a kid playing outside and as an adult walking my daughter to school, she would get so excited about seeing her breath in the air!
My poems all came from the book; Days to Celebrate by Hopkins "a collection of children's poetry. . New Year's
In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let them die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Snow
New Snow by Catharine Bryant Rowles
The pines are white powdered, Delicately tossed With fairy filigrees Of silver frost.
The top of the mountain Is lost in a cloud, While the world is silent And the winds unloud.
Drink in the beauty, The shadows…the glow… The wonder of winter And new white snow!
Jack Frost
Jack Frost by Gabriel Setoun The door was shut, as doors should be, Before you went to bed last night; Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see, And left your window silver white. He must have waited till you slept; And not a single word he spoke, But pencilled o'er the panes and crept Away again before you woke. And now you cannot see the hills Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane; But there are fairer things than these His fingers traced on every pane. Rocks and castles towering high; Hills and dales, and streams and fields; And knights in armor riding by, With nodding plumes and shining shields. And here are little boats, and there Big ships with sails spread to the breeze; And yonder, palm trees waving fair On islands set in silver seas, And butterflies with gauzy wings; And herds of cows and flocks of sheep; And fruit and flowers and all the things You see when you are sound asleep. For, creeping softly underneath The door when all the lights are out, Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe, And knows the things you think about. He paints them on the window-pane In fairy lines with frozen steam; And when you wake you see again The lovely things you saw in dream.
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Here is my poem for January
by Kenn Nesbitt
Snow Day
“Snow day!”
Fred said.
“All play.
Let’s sled!
“No school!
Just snow.
Way cool.
Let’s go!”
Fred ran
in shed.
Had plan.
Got sled.
“Go slow,”
Mom said.
“I know,”
said Fred.
Up hill
went Fred.
Down hill
Fred sped.
Sled streaked
on past.
Mom shrieked,
“Too fast!”
Snow blew.
“Can’t see!”
Fred flew.
Hit tree.
Sled bent.
Fred’s head
got dent.
Poor Fred.
He cried.
Now plays
inside
snow days.
I thought this was cute and I can see me being that mom when my two year old and my one year old sons go sledding!
Ring Out, Wild Bells
by Alfred Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Hooray! Hooray! It's New Year's Day
Hooray! 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!
--Kenn Nesbitt
I found this cute poem for January.
author unknown
MITTENS
Thumbs in the thumb place.
Fingers all together.
This is the song to sing
In cold weather.
When it is cold.
It does not matter whether,
Mittens are wool,
Or made of finest leather.
Here is a poem that I fount appropriate for January. This poem focuses on the New Year's Day and saying farewell to the year that just went on its way.
New Year's Morning
Written by Helen Hunt Jackson
New Year's Morning
Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year's heart all weary grew,
But said: The New Year rest has brought."
The Old Year's hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but trusting, said:
"The blossoms of the New Year's crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead."
The Old Year's heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: "I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year's generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all your failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet pace where I leave strife."
Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.
Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year's morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.
January Blues
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!
Lynda Robson
January Poem
Coasting Down the Hill
Frosty is the morning;
But the sun is bright,
Flooding all the landscape
With its golden light.
Hark the sounds of laughter
And the voices shrill!
See the happy children
Coasting down the hill.
There are Tom and Charley,
And their sister Nell;
There are John and Willie,
Kate and Isabel -
Eyes with pleasure beaming,
Cheeks with health aglow;
Bless the merry children,
Trudging through the snow!
Now I hear them shouting,
"Ready! Clear the track!"
Down the slope they're rushing,
Now they're trotting back.
Full of fun and frolic,
Thus they come and go.
Coasting down the hillside,
Trudging through the snow.
The Lifetime Winter
By
Lucas T. Martinez
(Age 10)
As the first breeze hits the valley,
The creek covers with ice.
As I breathe, the snow starts tumbling down
Like a plane who has been hit on the wing.
I get my snow suit on and head outside.
I take my sled and start walking through the woods.
My dog, Butch, barks at a bunny
Which makes snow fall from the trees.
I start sledding down a hill.
It’s like driving a car without wheels
As fast as a cheetah.
I can hear my mom’s echo from the bottom
Of the trees on the other side of the forest.
I start walking through the deep packed snow.
Butch falls through the snow ‘cause it is over his head.
When we get back to our house
My mom gives me some hot cocoa.
It burns like fire on my lips.
The steam is like the smoke form a fire.
It is dark so I go to bed.
I fall asleep like a grizzly bear in hibernation.
January Thaw
by Margaret Hillert
The sun came out,
And the snowman cried.
His tears ran down
On every side.
His tears ran down
Till the spot was cleared.
He cried so hard
That he disappeared.
I like this poem because it demonstrates the changing of seasons. I know I love the spring and summer months myself. Good bye winter…and HELLO spring!
I thought these were suppose to go into word documents then attach, but i do not see a place to attach files so i am going to write my winter poems here. These to Poems came home in a poetry journel my daughter brought home last year, she was in second grade.
Poem #1-
A WIntry If
By Vivian Gouled
If frogs and worms,
and bears and bees
had sleds and ice skates
or some skis,
they might not hide from
snow and ice.
They just might find
winter nice.
Poem #2-
Dragons Smoke
By Lilian Moore
Breathe and blow
White clouds
With every puff.
It's cold today,
cold enough
to see your breath.
HUFF!
Breathe dragon smoke
Today!
~I thought the last one was so cute, reminded me of so many winter mornings as a kid playing outside and as an adult walking my daughter to school, she would get so excited about seeing her breath in the air!
Snow
Slippery and cold
Never warm outside
Open your mouth
When summer is here say goodbye!
My poems all came from the book; Days to Celebrate by Hopkins "a collection of children's poetry.
.
New Year's
In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let them die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Snow
New Snow by Catharine Bryant Rowles
The pines are white powdered,
Delicately tossed
With fairy filigrees
Of silver frost.
The top of the mountain
Is lost in a cloud,
While the world is silent
And the winds unloud.
Drink in the beauty,
The shadows…the glow…
The wonder of winter
And new white snow!
Jack Frost
Jack Frost by Gabriel Setoun
The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.
Rocks and castles towering high;
Hills and dales, and streams and fields;
And knights in armor riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.
And here are little boats, and there
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas,
And butterflies with gauzy wings;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;
And fruit and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep.
For, creeping softly underneath
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.
He paints them on the window-pane
In fairy lines with frozen steam;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.
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