Poems about summer holidays are short. Eliseyka, club of caring mothers

Summer is the warmest time of the year. In summer, everything around is green-green, gardens bloom, birds sing, the sun gently shines and sometimes warm rains pour down.

Easy poems for children in the most bright colors convey the warmth of summer days. Summer is presented in children's poems about animals, about the forest, about the sun, clouds and rain. Through reading poetry, children are most easily introduced to nature.

The sun shines brightly

The sun is shining brightly.
The air is warm.
And wherever you look
Everything around is light!
They dazzle in the meadow
Bright flowers.
covered in gold
Dark sheets.

I. Surikov

What does the sun look like?
at the round window.
Flashlight in the dark.
It looks like a ball
Damn hot too
And on the pie in the stove.
On a yellow button.
To a light bulb. On an onion.
On a copper patch.
On a cheesecake.
A little bit of orange
And even on the pupil.
Only if the sun is a ball -
Why is he hot?
If the sun is cheese
Why can't you see holes?
If the sun is a bow
Everyone would cry around.
So it shines in my window
Not a penny, not a pancake, but the sun!
Let it look like everything -
still the most expensive!

Tatyana Bokova

Sunflower

golden sunflower,
Petals - rays.
He is the son of the sun
And a cheerful cloud.
Wakes up in the morning
The sun shines
close at night
Yellow eyelashes.

In summer, our sunflowers -
Like a colored flashlight.
In the autumn we are black
Give a seed.

Tatyana Lavrova

Summer

Glad in the summer I swim
And sunbathing on the beach
And ride big
Play badminton with my sister.
After reading a good book
Take a nap in a hammock in the heat.
Summer delicious gifts
Collect at the end of summer.

L. Antonova

Dandelion

wears a dandelion
yellow robe.
Will grow up to dress up
In a white dress.

Serov

June

The departures became bolder,
It became quieter and brighter.
The day grows, grows, grows -
Turn towards night soon.
In the meantime, overgrown path,
Strawberry, unhurried
June is coming!

Mikhail Sadovsky

summer song

Summer laughs again
AT open window,
And the sun and the light
Full, full, full!
Again panties and t-shirts
They lie on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

T. Belozerov

Morning

The meadow is fastened with all the dewdrops.
Inaudibly a beam made its way to them,
Collected dewdrops in a cobweb
And hid somewhere between the clouds.

G. Novitskaya

Heat

Heat stands in the middle of the yard,
Stands and roasts in the morning.
Climb into the depths of the yard -
And in the depths stands the Heat.
It's time for the heat to leave
But all out of spite is the Heat!
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
Everywhere Heat, Heat, Heat...
Well, isn't she lazy?
Stand in the sun all day?

E. Bitsoeva

Summer rain

"Gold, gold is falling from the sky!" -
Children scream and run after the rain...
- Come on, children, we will collect it,
Only we will collect golden grain
In full barns of fragrant bread!

A. Maykov

In the woods

We are in the forest in summer
Gathered raspberries,
And top each
Filled up the basket.
We shouted to the forest
All in unison: - Spa-si-bo!
And the forest answered us:
"Thanks! Thanks!"
Then suddenly he swayed
sigh... and shut up.
Probably by the forest
Tired tongue.

M. Fayzullina

Warm rain

A cheerful thunder rumbled ...
It's raining in the dense forest.
It's a bathing day there
Wash all and sundry.
messing up your hair,
Wash the birch heads.
dusty oaks
Wash red forelocks.
The linden bent in the rain,
Washes the leaves to a squeak.
In front of puddle mirrors
They take shower trees.
And mountain ash and aspen
Wash necks, wash backs...
Wash all and sundry
After all, today is bath day!

Z. Alexandrova

Why so much light?

Why is there so much light?
Why is it suddenly so warm?
Because it's summer
For the whole summer came to us.

That's why every day
It's getting longer every day.
Well, the nights
Night from night
Everything is shorter and shorter.

I. Maznin

Summer

If there are thunderstorms in the sky
If the grasses bloomed
If early morning dew
Blades of grass are bent to the ground,
If in the groves above the viburnum
Until the night, the rumble of bees,
If warmed by the sun
All the water in the river to the bottom -
So it's already summer!
So spring is over!

Ya Kim

flying flower

(poem about dandelion)

roadside dandelion
Was like the golden sun
But faded and became like
On fluffy white smoke.

You fly over the warm meadow
And over a quiet river.
I will be to you as a friend
Waving your hand for a long time.

You carry on the wings of the wind
golden seeds,
To the sunny dawn
Spring has returned to us.

V. Stepanov

Rain

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

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

O.Bundur

sun bunny

sun bunny
Jumped out the window
sun bunny
He said: “Oh-hoo!”

I immediately woke up
smiled at him,
Stretched slightly...
Easy on the heart!

S. Sirena

July - top of summer

July - the crown of summer, -
The newspaper reminded
But above all newspapers -
Daylight decline;
But before this little one,
The most secret of signs, -
Ku-ku, ku-ku, - crown, -
The cuckoo chimed
Farewell greetings.
And from lime blossom
Consider that the song is sung
Consider there is no half-summer, -
July is the peak of summer.

A. Tvardovsky

August

August - asters,
August - stars,
August - bunches
Grapes and rowan
Rusty - August!

Marina Tsvetaeva

Behind the village at full will

Behind the village at full will
Airplane wind blows.
There's a potato field
Everything is blooming purple.
And beyond the field, where the mountain ash
Always out of tune with the wind
A path runs through the oak forest
Down to the cold pond.
A boat glided through the bushes
Ripples and sun sharp shine.
On the raft rumbles clearly
The fraction of the rolls under the booming splash.
The pond turns blue with a round cup.
Willows lean towards the water...
There are shirts on the raft,
And the boys are all in the pond.
The sun streaked.
Shadows curl like smoke
Eh, undress behind a birch,
I will stretch out my hands - and to them!

Sasha Black

Why is summer short?

Why for all the guys
Is summer missing?
Summer is like chocolate
Melts very fast!

V. Orlov

Summer is ending

The last gentle warmth
So far, summer spoils us ...
The sky is transparent like glass
Washed by rain and wind.
Ranks of old poplars
Resting in the old park
And the flower beds are lush along the alleys
Blooming, fragrant...
A steamboat floats on the river,
The grass of the lawns is emerald,
And in the coming autumn coming
Still hard to believe...

Small poems about summer are actively used by teachers, speech therapists, educators in kindergarten and primary school. Such verses are quickly remembered and give the child an idea of the season, focusing on its distinctive features.

Short poems about summer for children 2-3 years old

Summer has come
And around the flowers
A lot of sun, light,
Clear days.

I'm going to the river to swim
I will collect a wreath of flowers,
How I want to smile
I love summer very much.

In summer you can walk
The sun shines for a long time
Show off in dresses
Adults can and children.

So much green around
berries and flowers,
Too bad it's temporary
Summer you are love.

Summer is sunshine
grass and flowers,
Like a white feather
Clouds are visible.

In summer the sun is brighter
Rain is not a problem
In the sky for good luck
Rainbow arc.

We are done learning
Summer has come!
Very good in summer
It's just hot somewhere!

I'll go for a walk on the river
Or I'll go to the forest
Because I'm in the countryside
Grandma and Grandpa!

In summer the sun shines brightly
The birds are singing happily!
All children have fun
And they dance and sing!

The red sun has risen
Sparrow scared.
Soon I will go for a walk
I will find all sparrows!

The grass is green
Birds are singing,
It's all guys
The sun is calling!

Red summer has come!
It's time for everyone to swim
After all, in the water I love
Fun to splash.

In summer you can swim
And sunbathing on the beach
Enjoy the warmth
And green landscape.

Poems about summer for children 4-5 years old

It's already June
So many dandelions
And then July comes
Poplar fluff for a long time.
Harvest month of August
Gather fruits, berries,
I'll tell you the pure truth
I'm definitely in love with summer.

The sun is around
plays with a beam,
We are with you, friend
We have fun walking.
Let's pick flowers
And we'll make a wreath
In the summer all dreams
They will definitely become a reality.

In the summer I will go to the village,
I will visit my grandfather and grandmother,
Eat fresh jam
And I want to smile.
In summer you can swim
Around the sun, heat,
Walk with friends, play,
Great summer time.

What is summer?
It's a ringing laugh
warmed by the sun
Whole green Forest.
Flowers in the meadow
berries in the garden,
bright leaves,
Ducks on the pond.

Greets the morning with sunshine
I'll go for a walk soon
And I will be up to the stars
Play outside.
Everything is green in summer
swarm of insects,
Time is imperceptible
Floats overhead.

So many insects in summer
They hide in the grass
I will call friends, acquaintances,
Games are waiting for us these days.
Let's collect a beautiful wreath,
Let's build a sand castle
We pick fresh plums,
Let's run into the distance, where the river is.

A series of bright colors
My eyes squint
The sun is shining and the heat
Plenty of time until morning.
Lots of flowers in summer
I'm ready to pick them up
And I will make a bouquet of them,
I will deliver to my mom.

The heat burns the shoulders
Hurry to find a shade
Summer fun meetings
A wreath of flowers on the head.
The birds are singing in the trees
Flowers and grass all around
I'll swing on the swings
I love warm weather.

Bright summer colors
Flowers grow in the meadow
It's like it's all in a fairy tale
I'm running towards the sun.
It warms with rays
Gives freckles a mountain,
No place for sadness
Such a hot summer.

Summer is a favorite, fun time!
Summer is tennis, balls, slingshots!
Summer is sun, sea and heat!
In the summer, children all play hide and seek!
It began to rain, and all shades of green sparkled in the meadow!
I'm running home to save myself from the waterfall!
And then, someone hung a magic arc in the sky -
He painted it in seven colors, fanning everyone with coolness!
It's good to run on the sand!
Try to catch up with the surf!
And press your cheeks against the carpet,
Spread out in the sun like a star!

Lessons, tests, seminars are over!
And everyone is hurrying to the beach!
To get a pink tan
Abandoning pens, copybooks and a pencil.
We sat with friends on the far shore.
After the rain, we saw a rainbow-arc.
As if a magician over the river slightly conjured.
Who painted seven colors in the sky in such a moment.
Blooming flowers in the garden
I'm walking in the sun.
Everything around is growing.
Summer is upon us!

Soon we'll go to the beach
Summer has come.
We will sunbathe there
And swim somewhere.
I'll be a swimmer right away
I will swim fast.
Or will I be the creator
I'll make castles!

Here comes the summer
And spring is over!
We finished our studies
It's time for us all to rest.
I will rest all the time
Sculpt castles out of sand
have fun, have fun,
Don't forget summer!
I love summer so much!
Although it is hot in summer.
Lots of fun in the woods
Or in the beds.
You can go to the beach
To walk with friends!
If you don't believe me -
Check it out yourself!

Cool, funny poems about summer

Let's go to the beach and by the decree of mom -
We lay - panamas thrown on our foreheads,
They lay honestly - three hours without taking off their panama!
Well, the forehead is fine, only the backs are burned!

The heat is so tiring for all wildlife!
In the heat, rather, even into the ice, even into the hole, climb!
To escape the fiery weather,
We want to eat ice cream in buckets!

When in the morning we go to the river,
That is joy in our hearts.
After all, Vaska is still sleeping on the stove,
And we're already diving!

Hanging on the fence a large sign
“Entrance to the goat field is always limited!”
But he dug a hole under the fence with his horns, -
Cabbage to eat now climbs at night.

In grandma's garden
The turkey walks proudly.
Worms Commander -
He digs the earth for hours.

Summer has come, we are going to the sea.
We take with us mattresses, rugs, flip flops.
While the parents disappeared in the "blue field"
I fetch water with my mother's panama hat.

My friend, while parents are bathing,
I call you to play with the waves!
See what the meaning is
Panama need to collect water!

The July heat does not let us go home
We want to walk from night to morning!
But dad's heavy battle belt!
Always ready to remind you that the day is over!

I want to go to my grandmother's cottage as soon as possible!
Slingshots, already, (all) are ready, water guns and a bag of stones -
Chasing cats with crows, in addition,
And compete - who will throw the pebble into the water stronger.

I look at the calendar - it's summer!
Well, where are my shorts and sneakers?
Friends, get your water guns ready!
Time to get our party together!

We went with grandfather to the forest for mushrooms
But somehow I wanted to play hide and seek.
All the police have already searched the forests with meadows! —
And I'm lying, nibbling carrots in the neighbor's garden.

In the summer I live in the country.
I can do a lot!
And plant and water
I understand everything!
I'll come to class in the fall
I'll tell the guys
Oh what a class
Relax in the beds!

Summer, summer, fabulous summer!
Miracles make my head spin...
Here in rainbow-colored chain mail
Islands emerge from the river!
In scales, in the shimmer of shells,
With an uncovered mane of willows,
From the courtyards of coastal villages
Silently, the fishermen are taken captive ...
On the sands covered with mud,
To shallow waters as sharp as swords
Then the goose shoal will go down,
That, bawling, rooks will fall down.
Summer, summer...
With an unfinished song
The hot grass is waiting for the rain.
Together with the sun, in the haze of dawn,
From the river
Come out
Islands!

Belozerov Timofey

Summer is the brightness of colors,
A ray of sunshine on the wall.
The whisper of the wind is weak and gentle.
And there is no sadness!
So nice to smile
Everyone on the street in a row,
Enjoy the warm night
Know that life is going well.
And boating
And nightingale concerts
Everything around you is laughing
The entire universe is yours!
And work easier
The bustle recedes.
Summer is just summer.
This is a holiday and a dream.

Who doesn't love summer
- Festival of the sun, festival of light!
A warm wind blows in the field
The wheat is ripening in the hills.
Birdsong is heard everywhere
Every day more cherries.
Here is a blush-sided apricot,
Poured with fragrant juice.
This sun is a hot force
So it was gilded!
Cucumbers mountain in the beds,
The smell of early melon is sweet...
Pears, apples, nuts!..
Tear, children, without interference.
The wind pours into our skirts
The hail is fragrant and heavy.
The wind plays with the branches...
Fruit in abundance in our region.

Sadulla Sh.

Here is the summer on the doorstep:
The touchy bees are flying,
majestically guard
attractive hives,
To all sorts of worries
Drowned in a measured rumble,
Like alarms drown in the good news,
And in June, And in July,
And especially
In August.

Martynov Leonid

Antonova L.

Everything around is green
Reddened, blued!
Here comes the summer!
Here comes the summer!
With the warm sea
With bright light.

Lagzdyn G.

Summer laughs again
In an open window
And the sun and the light
Full, full, full!
Again panties and t-shirts
They lie on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

Where does summer come from?
Does anyone know this?

The mole looked fearfully from the mink:
"He'll probably come by train."

The hedgehog snorted: “Read in the chat -
Ride on a scooter!”

The serpent hissed: "Summer will come
On an old bike!

Drozd whistled: “Well, you give!
Summer is on the plane!

Magpie crackles: “This time
Don't take your eyes off him.

I last year in May
I saw summer on the tram.”

- Not true! We are all used to
To fly on a motorcycle.

- I saw him being taken
In a white car.

- Not true! It's in the carriage!
- In the carriage? .. Well, what can I say!

I'll tell anyone who doesn't understand:
Summer has a yacht on the sea!

And summer came on foot
Circling in the meadows barefoot.
And everyone was surprised by it.
Hello summer!

Jan Brzehwa

It's great to have summer again in my life.
It's great that you can forget everything
And again from dusk to dawn
Wander the quiet summer streets.
Look at the greenery of plants
Listen to the trills of the nightingale
And feel like melting in rapture
Your soul frozen in the snow.
To rest, to the garden, to the sea, to nature -
And away from the hated table!
That's just capricious weather
Didn't let you down out of harm...
And yet, so what? There is no bad weather
Any one is good for relaxing.
After all, even heavy rain happy summer -
He goes on in a special way.
Let it be summer! Sunny and bright
Mother Nature will give it to us.
And we say "thank you" for the gifts
And let's go to rest.

- What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
In the sky, rainbow-dygy!
And daisies in the meadow!
What else will you give me?
- The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I will give you a cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted louder to her:
"Guess me quickly!"
And she answers you
Guessed for many years!

Orlov Vladimir

Here comes the summer -
Strawberry blushed:
Turns sideways to the sun -
Everything will be filled with scarlet juice.
In the field - a red carnation,
Red clover. Take a look:
And wild rose hips in summer
All covered in red.
It can be seen that people are not in vain
They call summer red.

Evensen M.

Walking along the path
Golden summer.
Crossing the river,
A bird is whistling somewhere.
Walks-wanders in the dew,
Through the colorful meadow
Wears a rainbow in her braid
Braided tight.
Get up, sigh joyfully -
The wind will stir.
Waving his hand to the clouds -
Warm rain will fall.
Even the city will visit.
Stay - and okay.
Will bring there in handfuls
The air from the mountains is cool.
Whisper of the river, bird whistle,
Lightweight fluff without weight.
On the pavement - a wet sheet,
Like a letter from the forest.

Zidorov Nikolay

Summer laughs again
In an open window
And the sun and the light
Full, full, full!
Again panties and t-shirts
They lie on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

Belozerov T.

Summer, summer is upon us!
It became dry and warm.

Along the track
Straight
Legs are walking
Barefoot.
bees are circling
the birds are flying,
A Marinka
Having fun.

I saw a rooster
- That's such a miracle! Ha ha ha!
Amazing Rooster:
Top - feathers, bottom - fluff!

I saw a pig
Smiling girl:
- Who runs from the chicken,
Screams all over the street
Instead of a ponytail, a hook
Piglet instead of a nose
Piglet
holey,
Is the hook swivel?

And Barbos,
Red Dog,
Made her laugh to tears.
He's not running after the cat
And behind his own tail.
A sly tail curls
Not given in the teeth.
The dog hobbles sadly
Because he is tired.
The tail wags merrily:
"Didn't get it! Didn't get it!"

Summer, summer is upon us!
It became dry and warm.
Along the track
Straight
Legs are walking
Barefoot.

The rays are still burning under the vaults of the roads,
But there, between the branches, everything is duller and dumber:
So the pale player smiles,
I no longer dare to count the blows of the lot.

It's day behind the curtains. With mist on the ground
Slowly dull calls are attracted ...
And with him everything is a stuffy feast, crushed in crystal
Still yesterday's shine, and only the asters are alive ...

Or is it a procession turning white through the sheets?
And there the lights tremble under the frosted crown,
They tremble and say: “And you? When are you? —
In the copper language of the funeral languor ...

Whether the game is over, whether the tomb has sailed away,
But impressions clear up in the heart;
Oh, how I understood you: and insinuating warmth,
And the luxury of flower beds, where decay appears ...

Annensky Innokenty

I draw summer
And what color?
red paint -
Sun,
Roses on the lawns
And green is the field,
Mowing in the meadows.
Blue paint - the sky
And a melodious stream.
And what kind of paint
Will I leave the cloud?
I draw summer
It's very difficult…

Pranuza P.

Summer rain hitting the roof
On iron sheets.
I hear, I hear!
Tra-ta-ta-ta, tram-there-there!

I'll take off my tight boots
And I'll roll up my pants...
Along the groove along the track
I'll trot with a screech.

Eva! Splash like snakes!
The whole ditch is in bubbles
The rain is dancing on the bench
Drumming in mugs.

Watering prickly
Soaked me through...
The sun has come out of the clouds!
The sun will dry - I suppose!

Sasha Black

Fayzullina M.

All winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer!

- Summer, -
The swallow thinks
Coming very soon.
Summer needs to hurry up
And it flies like a bird!

— Arrives? —
The Mole snorted. —
Under the ground it crawls!
Speak
Summer's soon?
I don't hope so!

Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his lair
Somewhere…

The horse neighed:
- Where is the carriage?
I am now
I'll bring summer!

- Summer, -
The rabbits told me
Get on the train at the station
'Cause it might be summer
Ride a HARE -
Without a ticket!

Boris Zakhoder

The green world is all around,
White birches rustle.
Covered with a spruce branch,
The forest spirits are fast asleep.
I don't want summer to end
Nature bloomed with colors
Bliss lasted forever
The road led to a fairy tale.

The hot ball of the sun
The earth rolled off its head,
And a peaceful evening fire
The sea wave swallowed.

The bright stars have risen
And gravitating over us
Heavenly vault lifted
With their wet heads.

The airy river is fuller
Flowing between heaven and earth
The chest breathes easier and more freely,
Freed from the heat.

And sweet thrill, like a jet,
Nature ran through the veins,
How hot her legs
Key waters touched.

Fedor Tyutchev

Summer rain, warm shower!
Sparkling in the wind!
Leaves a sea of puddles
To get everyone drunk!
Summer rain! Rain!
We waited again!
Come on, rain! Help out
Forest dweller!
For moose - a stream,
For mice - dewdrops,
And the gulls are ready for the birds
In a hole in the path.
They drink bushes with their palms,
Droplets - midges,
And the blades of grass and bushes
Drink in a teaspoon.
Just a fast summer day
The puddles are fading.
We are expecting rain tomorrow too.
Come soon!
Come to us, wait!
Let's drink again
The best tea in the world
From the forest rain!

Bokova Tatiana

Why is there so much light?
Why is it suddenly so warm?
Because it's summer
For the whole summer came to us.

That's why every day
It's getting longer every day.
Well, the nights
Night from night
Everything is shorter and shorter.

Maznin I.

August - asters,
August - stars
August - bunches
Grapes and rowan
Rusty - August!

Marina Tsvetaeva

Flowering meadows, fields, valleys.
Cozy and warm in summer.
After the afternoon shower
Nature breathes easily.
The sun broke through the clouds,
Can't burn anymore.
No more resounding peals are heard,
The storm has passed, and life is in full swing again!

Evening day is languid and affectionate.
Herds of cows shaking their sides
Accompanied by little shepherds
They walk along the coast from afar.
The river, overflowing under the cliff,
Still attractive to look at
And the sky in a happy combination,
Embracing her, rejoices and burns.
Sculpted roses from the clouds
Twist, worry and suddenly,
Changing shape and posture
They go west and south.
And the moisture kissed by them
Like a girl in the evening half asleep
Barely shakes with its waves,
Not quite drunk yet.
She still seems to be angry.
And weakly withdraws, but to her
Already through a dream a premonition draws
Delight and flame of August days.

Nikolay Zabolotsky

How much sun! How much light!
How much greenery around!
What is this? This summer
Finally hurries to our house.
Songbirds discord!
Fresh smell of juicy herbs,
Ripe ears in the field
And mushrooms in the shade of oak forests.
How many delicious sweet berries
In a clearing in the woods!
Here I am hired for a year
Stock vitamins!
I swim in plenty in the river,
I will sunbathe.
And on grandma's stove
How much you want I will sleep!
How much sun! How much light!
What a beautiful summer heat!
That would make it so summer
It was a whole year with me!

Bokova Tatiana

Kim Ya.

Everything!
End of study flour!
Summer!
Judge for yourself:
A whole year of science granite
Gnawing with milk teeth.

A whole year of memories
In the classroom, plus an extension ...
How much knowledge
Does it fit in a child?

In the body of a high school student
There is no more space left.
But on holidays I quickly
I will overcome my fatigue.

I'll grow myself up
At grandma's and in the country,
To be great in autumn
Click new tasks.

So that the school curriculum
From socks to the crown
squeezed in tightly,
Well, right
Like cucumbers in a tub.

Smetanin A.

The clouds are floating freely
The ground is covered with flowers.
The heart is warm, calm,
Because summer is with us.
I hear the larks singing
Birds are flying in the sky.
In the heart - joy and fun,
I collect daisies.
I direct my gaze further,
The horizon in the distance is so beckoning.
The air is fresh and clear
The aroma of herbs is intoxicating.

How clear is August, gentle and calm,
Aware of the transience of beauty.
Gilded wood sheets,
He arranged the feelings in a slender order.

It seems like a mistake sultry noon, -
Sad dreams are more akin to him,
Coolness, the beauty of quiet simplicity
And rest from a hectic life.

AT last time, before the tip of the sickle,
Bulk spikes flaunt,
Instead of flowers, fruits of the earth are everywhere.

The sight of a heavy sheaf is encouraging,
And a crowd of cranes flies in the sky
And sends a cry of "I'm sorry" to their native places.

Konstantin Balmont

July - the crown of summer, -
The newspaper reminded
But before all newspapers -
Daylight decline;
But before this little one,
The most secret of signs, -
Ku-ku, ku-ku, - crown, -
The cuckoo chimed
Farewell greetings.
And from lime blossom
Consider that the song is sung
Consider there is no half-summer, -
July is the peak of summer.

Tvardovsky A.

Metelkina N.

June has come.
"June! June!" —
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fall apart.

Samuil Marshak

How beautiful in the summer in the heat
Take a walk with mom in the woods
Enjoy the silence
Blue skies.

Everyone was exhausted from the heat.
It's cold in the garden now
But that's how mosquitoes bite
Why don't you run out of the garden!

Marina, younger sister,
Fights mosquitoes.
The stubborn temper of a mosquito
But she is stubborn!

She will drive them away with her hand,
They circle again.
She screams: "What a shame,
They attacked the chest!

And mom sees from the window
How brave Marina
Fighting alone in the garden
With a detachment of mosquitoes.

Two mosquitoes are sitting again
Baby on the finger!
Marina, brave sister,
Clap on the blanket!

Agniya Barto

L the ascetic, kind sun rises.
E Even if it's cloudy, it brings us heat.
T these days will be warm, radiant.
O We'll like it, I know they do.

Borina-Malkhasyan M.

BUT such was the summer near Moscow,
X cold afternoon replaced by summer heat.

L esa, fields with midday silence
E still can not get used to it sometimes:
T about the breeze rustling the foliage,
O something to keep secret with her in a hurry,

To deer grass in the field above the river,
R roams in thickets of river reeds.
BUT x, summer is red, you are long-awaited
FROM howling warmth, flowering herbs and singing birds.
H eyes in the winter we remember tirelessly
O the hot sun and the charms of lightning.
E we still remember the smell of strawberries.

L esnye berries testing the taste.
YU huddled in the bushes among the blueberries:
B Eri and enjoy, complete the art.
And picking mushrooms is a wonderful activity
L The forests really gave them a home.

B Eri mushrooms that are similar like brothers.
(S- skip the letter sometimes)

I I would not write snobbishly about summer,

T its fur, the alluring ripeness of the fruit,
E dawn, fishing at dawn,
B large quantity, different colors.
I admiring the summer

P.S. But remembering Pushkin, I will not hide:
"Ah, summer is red, I would love you,
if not dust, not mosquitoes, but flies ... "

How fresh it is here under the thick linden...

Athanasius Fet

How fresh it is here under the thick linden -

The midday heat did not penetrate here,

And thousands hanging over me

Swing fragrant fans.

And there, in the distance, the burning air sparkles,

Hesitating, as if he were dozing.

So sharply dry hypnotic and crackling

Grasshoppers restless ringing.

Behind the haze of branches, the vaults of the sky turn blue,

Like a little haze,

And, like the dreams of a dying nature,

Wavy pass clouds.

You see, behind the mowers ...

Athanasius Fet

You see, behind the mowers

The braids flashed with a pure brilliance,

And late steam from their boilers

Fed up with a fragrant dinner.

Singing purple smoke,

In the radiance of the day the light is sinking,

And the advancing clouds of the edge

Flammable glass bordered.

Already trimmed, every row

Flowers lie in a fragrant chain,

What shade and flavor

Floating over the fading steppe!

In the soul of a humble understand

The breath of the immaculate night

And to the fires of the eastern dawn

Sleep under the starry canopy!

Unexpected rain

Athanasius Fet

All clouds, clouds, and all around

Everything is burned, everything dies.

Which archangel is their wing

Does it bring me to the fields?

The rain hung like light smoke,

In vain the steppe is all around alkaline,

And I need only one

There was a rainbow at dawn.

Humble yourself, restless poet, -

Moisture descends from heaven,

What are you waiting for, that is not.

Only the undeserved is good.

I - I can't do anything;

Only one can, who, mighty,

Raised a transparent arc

And life-giving clouds send.

Rye ripens over a hot field ...

Athanasius Fet

Rye ripens over a hot field,

And from the field to the field

Whimsical wind blows

Golden overflows.

Timidly the moon looks into the eyes,

I'm amazed that the day hasn't passed

But wide into the region of the night

Day embrace spread.

Over the boundless harvest of bread

Between sunset and east

Only for a moment the sky closes

Fire-breathing eye.

rainy summer

Athanasius Fet

Not a cloud in the sky

But the cry of a rooster - storm news,

And in the distant bell ringing

As if there are tears in the sky.

Covered with fallen herbs,

The ears of the field do not shake,

And filled with rain

The earth does not believe in the sun.

Under the roof damp and open

Sad idle life.

A sickle with a scythe, long beaten off,

The blade fades in the corner.

Poems about summer

Thunderstorm

Fedor Tyutchev

Reluctantly and timidly
The sun looks down on the fields.
Chu, it thundered behind the cloud,
The earth frowned.
Here it broke through the clouds
Blue lightning jet -
The flame is white and flying
Bordered its edges.
More raindrops
A whirlwind of dust flies from the fields,
And thunder rolls
Everything is angry and bold

Poems about summer

A ruddy dawn covered the east ...

Alexander Pushkin

Ruddy dawn
The east is covered.
In the village, across the river
The flame is out.
Sprinkled with dew
Flowers in the fields.
The herds have awakened
In soft meadows.
gray mists
Float towards the clouds
Geese caravans
Rush to the meadows.
People woke up
Hurry to the fields
The sun came up
The earth rejoices.

Summer

Boris Zakhoder

"Step!" - beckoned
Forest path.
And so he walked
On the path Alyoshka! ...
After all, in the summer in the forest
Interesting, like in a fairy tale:
bushes and trees,
Flowers and frogs,
And green grass
Softer pillows!…

Poems about summer

How cheerful the roar of summer storms ...

Fedor Tyutchev

How cheerful is the roar of summer storms,
When, picking up the flying dust,
Thunderstorm, surging cloud,
Confused sky azure
And recklessly crazy
Suddenly he will run into the oak forest,
And the whole oak forest will tremble
Broad-leaved and noisy! .. As if under an invisible heel,
Forest giants bend;
Their peaks murmur anxiously,
As if conferring among themselves,
And through sudden anxiety
Silently heard the bird whistle,
And here and there the first yellow leaf,
Spinning, flies on the road ...

Poems about summer

See how the grove is green...

Fedor Tyutchev

See how the grove turns green
bathed in the scorching sun,
And what bliss blows in her
From every branch and leaf!
Let's go in and sit over the roots
Trees caught by a spring -

He whispers in the silent twilight.
Above us rave their peaks,
Immersed in the midday heat
And only sometimes the cry of an eagle
It reaches us from above...

Poems about summer

summer heat

Alexey Zhemchuzhnikov

Brilliant and hot clear noon,
Sitting on a stump in the forest shade...
How the leaves melt in passionate bliss!
How languidly they whisper! I remembered the distant past,
When the July heat hit me
Flowing with a life-giving stream,
I softened with my wave. I am with every midge, with each weed,
In those years, my young
Tormented by our common thirst
And pleasure, and love. Today, the same moments for me
Gives heaven the grace
And excited languor
I feel an attack again. I sing a laudatory hello to the summer
And the sultry ray of the sun ...
But what gives birth to this song,
Delight or sadness, I can't tell.

Poems about summer

The heat - and everything is in languid peace ...

Yakov Polonsky

The heat - and everything is in languid peace -
In patches of light, shadows sleep in the alley...
Only a lily seems to be sensitive,
That a thunderstorm lurks in this heat. Pale, drooped by the balcony -
Waiting for a thunderstorm - and she dreams, poor,
That a distant storm is a pale ghost
It began to darken in the azure sky ... Dreams of summer seem to her a reality, -
Thunderstorms and storms she still does not know
Waiting ... calling ... and terribly freezes,
Golden dusted...

Poems about summer

My bells...

Alexey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

my bells,
Steppe flowers!
What are you looking at me
Dark blue? And what are you calling about
On a happy May day,
Among the uncut grass
Shaking your head?

Rain

Agniya Barto

The rain pours down on the bushes,
Hits without a miss!
Whipped all the raspberries
All the bird cherry! He tilted the pear branches.
The garden needs a fresh shower
But why pour so hard
Falling an apple tree on its side? Downpour! Shower!
That's how it rains!
He's getting louder
Talkative!

Summer

Evgeniya Trutneva

Poems about summer

hot summer

Fedor Sologub

Insanely stuffy and heavy
Hot air. fierce, red,
The dragon is swinging - in vain
And hopeless arbitrariness. Embraces the sleepy valley
exhausted laziness,
And silence in the fields, and dozing
Forest shadow. The reaper does not rest in the field.
She is scourged by fierce heat.
More than once with an involuntary tear
Her eyelash is moistened. She bends with a sickle,
not seeing the formidable fields of azure, -
But the proximity of the storm, sweet storm
Her languor is clear ... And the valley awaits a fierce storm,
And all motionless is silent,
And only a timid aspen
Quietly trembling leaves.

Summer

Evgeniya Trutneva

All winter

Boris Zakhoder

All winter...
Where is summer?
Animals, birds!
Waiting for an answer! - Summer, -
The swallow thinks
Coming very soon.
Summer needs to hurry up
And it flies like a bird! - Arrives? —
The Mole snorted. —
Under the ground it crawls!
Speak
Summer's soon?
I don't hope so! Toptygin grumbled:
- Summer
Sleeping in his lair
Somewhere... The horse neighed:
- Where is the carriage?
I am now
I'll bring summer!

Summer, -
The rabbits told me
Get on the train at the station
'Cause it might be summer
Ride a HARE -
Without a ticket!

Poems about summer

See how the grove is green...

Fedor Tyutchev

See how the grove turns green
bathed in the scorching sun,
And what bliss blows in her
From every branch and leaf!
Let's go in and sit over the roots
Trees caught by a spring -
Where, covered with their mist,
He whispers in the silent twilight.
Above us rave their peaks,
Immersed in the midday heat
And only sometimes the cry of an eagle
It reaches us from above...

All year round. June.

It already smells like summer outside, now is the time to talk to the children about this wonderful time of the year and offer to learn one or more beautiful poems about summer.

We prepared and made a small selection of beautiful poems about summer for children. Here you will find short poems about summer for children 3-4 years old and longer poems for children 4-5 and 6-7 years old.

Teaching beautiful poems about summer with children is one of the better ways development and training of memory.

Short and beautiful poems about summer for children 3-4 years old

wears a dandelion
yellow robe.
Will grow up to dress up
In a white dress.

Summer is a hot time
The sun shines in the morning
Even if it rains -
Everything around shines, sings.
In summer - blue river
And the clouds float in it
Ruby berries burn
Vacation time for the kids.

***
-Why for all the guys
Is summer missing?
Summer is like chocolate
Melts very fast!

***
We walked, sunbathed,
They played near the lake.
Sat on the bench -
Ate two meatballs.
frog brought
And they grew up a little.

June has come.
"June! June!" -
Birds are chirping in the garden.
Just blow on a dandelion
And it will all fall apart.

Haymaking takes place in July.
Somewhere, thunder grumbles at times.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.

***
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the hard work.
The sun over the spacious
Niwami is worth it.
And sunflower seeds
Filled with black.

***
I draw summer
And what color?
Red paint -
Sun,
Roses on the lawns
And green is the field,
Mowing in the meadows.
Blue paint - the sky
And a melodious stream.
And what kind of paint
Will I leave the cloud?
I draw summer
It's very difficult…

Poems about summer for children 4-5 years old

***
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
great time,
When summer comes
And it's hot.
I'm on fine days
I don't like sitting in the shade
I love to swim here
There is a beach, sand and a pond.
I swim, I swim
And I dive and splash
I'll rest a little
And I'll start all over again!

Accidentally, unexpectedly
Suddenly, summer has arrived.
On the street and in the park
It's already quite warm.
The leaves have all blossomed
The streams dried up.
funny kids
They play by the river.
Why so much light?
That sun is up!
It's already summer
Warm outside!

The sun is shining brightly.
The air is warm.
And wherever you look
Everything around is light!
They dazzle in the meadow
Bright flowers.
covered in gold
Dark sheets.

Summer laughs again
In an open window
And the sun and the light
Full, full, full!
Again panties and t-shirts
They lie on the shore
And the lawns bask
In chamomile snow!

Poems about summer for children 6-7 years old

The blue cloud walked
In a clear blue sky
Suddenly it fell like rain
And the summer thunder rang out.

Where the drops have fallen
Sea of blue cornflowers
Where the lightning flashed
There are no traces left.

Again the sun in the sky is clear
Illuminated white light.
Daisies bloomed in the field
And there is no more bad weather.

colorful arc
Rainbow blooms in the sky
Barely audible steps
The July day is upon us.

I woke up early in the morning.
Only the sun rises
And with its ruddy beam
Calls to travel.
Past dad, past mom
I'm walking on tiptoe.
And behind the door the chirping of birds
Rustling deciduous in the garden.
What a summer! How much light!
In our morning garden!
And I'm not happier!
I'm going to travel!

golden sunflower,
Petals are rays.
He is the son of the sun
And a cheerful cloud.
Wakes up in the morning
The sun shines
close at night
Yellow eyelashes.

In summer, our sunflowers -
Like a colored flashlight.
In the autumn we are black
Give a seed.