The fence posts wear marshmallow hats On a snowy day: Bushes in their night gowns Are kneeling down to pray- And all the trees have silver skirts And want to dance away!
I used this in grade 2 and had students draw a picture of what the poem “looked” like. We even used silver glitter pens for the skirts! They enjoyed thinking about a winter landscape in a new way - with clothes on! I also taught them about anthropomorphism and they thought it was great to know such a great big word!
Prelutsky has always been my favorite kids poet. When I was little, I came across Bleezer's Ice Cream Store and it was forever burned into my memory.
Jessica Gardner January Poem
My Mother's Got Me Bundled Up
Jack Prelutsky
My mother's got me bundled up in tons of winter clothes, you could not recognize me if I did not have a nose. I'd wear much less, but she's get mad if I dared disobey her, so I stay wrapped from head to toe in layer after layer.
I am wearing extra sweaters, I am wearing extra socks, my galoshes are so heavy that my ankles seem like rocks. I am wearing scarves and earmuffs, I am wearing itchy pants, my legs feel like they're swarming with a million tiny ants.
My mittens are enormous and my coat weighs mare than me, my woolen hat and ski mask make it difficult to see. It's hard to move, and when I try I waddle, then I flop, I'm the living, breathing model of a walking clothing shop.
I love Kenn Nesbitt's poems. My son has always loved them too. i like this poem because it requires attentive listening and an active imagination to fill in the details.
"Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, "Put on your winter wraps, And come outdoors to play." Little January Is always full of fun; Until the set of sun. Little January Will stay a month with me And we will have such jolly times - Just come along and see." - Winifred C. Marshall, January
Winter is coming and so is the frost, Jack Frost, Jack Frost, He hasn’t come yet but you’ll know when he does, Jack Frost, Jack Frost, He has a nasty-like temper that has yet to be tamed, Jack Frost, Jack Frost, Hear it howling at your door, Hear it coming up through the floor, Jack Frost, Jack Frost, Is here to stay and has yet to go away.
I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head Then, last night it ran away But first -- it wet the bed.
Nikki Jordan 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.
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.
Coming, coming, coming! Listen! perhaps you'll hear Over the snow the bugles blow To welcome the glad new year. In the steeple tongues are swinging, There are merry sleigh bells ringing, And the people for joy are singing, It's coming, coming near. Flying, sighing, dying, Going away tonight, Weary and old, its story told, The year that was full and bright. Oh, we are half sorry it's leaving Good-by has a sound of grieving; But its work is done and its weaving; God speed its parting flight! Tripping, slipping, skipping, Like a child in its wooing grace, With never a tear and never a fear, And a light in its laughing face; With hands held out to greet us, With gay little steps to meet us, With sweet eyes that entreat us, The new year comes to its place. Coming, coming, coming! Promising lovely things - The gold and the gray of the summer day, The winter with fleecy-wings; Promising swift birds glancing, And the patter of raindrops dancing, And the sunbeam's arrowy lancing, Dear gifts the new year brings. Coming, coming, coming! The world is a vision of white; From the powdered eaves to the sere-brown leaves That are hidden out of sight. In the steeple tongues are swinging, The bells are merrily ringing, And "Happy New Year" we're singing, For the old year goes tonight.
January opens The box of the year And brings out days That are bright and clear. And brings out days That are cold and gray, And shouts, "Come see What I brought today!"
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The Snowman’s Resolution
The snowman’s hat was crooked
And his nose was out of place
And several of his whiskers
Had fallen from his face.
But the snowman didn’t notice
For he was trying to think
Of a New Year’s resolution
That wouldn’t melt or shrink.
He thought and planned and pondered
With his little snow-ball head
Till his eyes began to glisten
And his toes began to spread;
And at last he said, “I’ve got it--
I’ll make a firm resolve
That no matter what the weather
My smile will not dissolve.”
But the snowman acted wisely
And his resolution won
For his splinter smile was wooden
And it didn’t mind the sun!
Author Alieen Fisher, www.alphabet-soup.net
Jennifer Stevens
January Poem
Due: Aug. 31
Snow
By Dorothy Aldis
The fence posts wear marshmallow hats
On a snowy day:
Bushes in their night gowns
Are kneeling down to pray-
And all the trees have silver skirts
And want to dance away!
I used this in grade 2 and had students draw a picture of what the poem “looked” like. We even used silver glitter pens for the skirts! They enjoyed thinking about a winter landscape in a new way - with clothes on! I also taught them about anthropomorphism and they thought it was great to know such a great big word!
Prelutsky has always been my favorite kids poet. When I was little, I came across Bleezer's Ice Cream Store and it was forever burned into my memory.
Jessica Gardner
January Poem
My Mother's Got Me Bundled Up
Jack Prelutsky
My mother's got me bundled up
in tons of winter clothes,
you could not recognize me
if I did not have a nose.
I'd wear much less, but she's get mad
if I dared disobey her,
so I stay wrapped from head to toe
in layer after layer.
I am wearing extra sweaters,
I am wearing extra socks,
my galoshes are so heavy
that my ankles seem like rocks.
I am wearing scarves and earmuffs,
I am wearing itchy pants,
my legs feel like they're swarming
with a million tiny ants.
My mittens are enormous
and my coat weighs mare than me,
my woolen hat and ski mask
make it difficult to see.
It's hard to move, and when I try
I waddle, then I flop,
I'm the living, breathing model
of a walking clothing shop.
Snow Day
By: Kenn Nesbitt
“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 love Kenn Nesbitt's poems. My son has always loved them too. i like this poem because it requires attentive listening and an active imagination to fill in the details.
"Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Until the set of sun.
Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times -
Just come along and see."
- Winifred C. Marshall, January
http://www.egreenway.com/months/monjan.htm
Jack Frost
By Susannah Maher
Winter is coming and so is the frost,
Jack Frost, Jack Frost,
He hasn’t come yet but you’ll know when he does,
Jack Frost, Jack Frost,
He has a nasty-like temper that has yet to be tamed,
Jack Frost, Jack Frost,
Hear it howling at your door,
Hear it coming up through the floor,
Jack Frost, Jack Frost,
Is here to stay and has yet to go away.
Snow Ball
I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be
I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me
I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head
Then, last night it ran away
But first -- it wet the bed.
Shel Silverstein
Nikki Jordan
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.
Children's New Years Literature
New Years Poetry and Recitals for Kids
Home > Holidays > New Year Fun > Poetry > Counted Nights and Days
Counted Nights and Days
Each year does cast a piece of time
One human step for us to climb
Twelve months of counted nights and days
Completes us through a yearly phase
One thing's for sure while we do live
We’ll never know what life will give
Anticipation's just a view
For what may happen, could come true
So many times we’re filled with thought
Some last a lifetime, some do not
We live through choices made within
How we should strive to stave off sin
Pray often for what’s good to be
And let your love spread openly
God clearly wants for us to know
His way leads to eternal glow
Do greet first day with hope held high
And keep your heart your watchful eye
©2002Roger J. Robicheau
http://www.apples4theteacher.com/holidays/new-years-day/poems-rhymes/counted-nights-and-days.html
Hooray! Hooray! It's New Year's Day
By Kenn Nesbitt
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!
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LindaM said...
Hey all, I just found this blog spot, so here is what I posted on the other sight
January Poem
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
August 30, 2008 1:55 PM
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.
A Happy New Year
by Margaret Sangster
Coming, coming, coming!
Listen! perhaps you'll hear
Over the snow the bugles blow
To welcome the glad new year.
In the steeple tongues are swinging,
There are merry sleigh bells ringing,
And the people for joy are singing,
It's coming, coming near.
Flying, sighing, dying,
Going away tonight,
Weary and old, its story told,
The year that was full and bright.
Oh, we are half sorry it's leaving
Good-by has a sound of grieving;
But its work is done and its weaving;
God speed its parting flight!
Tripping, slipping, skipping,
Like a child in its wooing grace,
With never a tear and never a fear,
And a light in its laughing face;
With hands held out to greet us,
With gay little steps to meet us,
With sweet eyes that entreat us,
The new year comes to its place.
Coming, coming, coming!
Promising lovely things -
The gold and the gray of the summer day,
The winter with fleecy-wings;
Promising swift birds glancing,
And the patter of raindrops dancing,
And the sunbeam's arrowy lancing,
Dear gifts the new year brings.
Coming, coming, coming!
The world is a vision of white;
From the powdered eaves to the sere-brown leaves
That are hidden out of sight.
In the steeple tongues are swinging,
The bells are merrily ringing,
And "Happy New Year" we're singing,
For the old year goes tonight.
http://www.apples4theteacher.com/holidays/new-years-day/poems-rhymes/a-happy-new-year.html
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!
August 31, 2008 8:58 PM
Snow
Slippery and cold
Never warm outside
Open your mouth
When summer is here say goodbye!
January
January opens
The box of the year
And brings out days
That are bright and clear.
And brings out days
That are cold and gray,
And shouts, "Come see
What I brought today!"
Leland B. Jacobs
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