I'm a Firefighter (sung to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot") By Linda Rice Ludlow I'm a firefighter. (Point to self) Here's my hose. (Outstretch arm with finger pointed.) I put out fires As everyone knows. When I see a fire, (Hand over brow.) I douse it out. (Outstretch arm with finger pointed.) "Thank you! Thank you!" People shout!
I pledge allegiance to the floor, the walls and ceiling, classroom door. I pledge allegiance to my books, to desk and papers, coat-rack hooks. I pledge allegiance to my bag, to Joni's pigtails-and the flag.
Stop, Drop, Roll I will meet my mom by the big oak tree, I won’t cry cause they will be looking for me. Bruno will be fine he is a real smart dog, The smoke will be real thick, kind of like a fog. If my clothes catch fire don’t try to go get wet, Just Stop, Drop and Roll, Don’t Forget!
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold, Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
I have loved this poem since I first read "The Outsiders" and knew that I wanted to post this one for autumn.
The goldenrod is yellow; The corn is turning brown; The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusky pods the milkweed Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest In every meadow-nook; And asters by the brookside Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning The grapes' sweet odors rise; At noon the roads all flutter With yellow butterflies. By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather, And autumn's best of cheer.
Jacques said Jacque Schawe September poem Due Oct.24, 2008
Five Little Firefighters Five little firefighters Sleeping in a row. RING goes the bell! Down the pole they go. They jump on the engine, And put out the fire. Now they're back at home - My, but they're tired! http://www.kinderkorner.com/fire.html
"The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive, Well-honeyed hum, And Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With suds, the days Are polished with A morning haze." - John Updike
Golden and red trees Nod to the soft breeze, As it whispers, "Winter is near;" And the brown nuts fall At the wind's loud call, For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers! Through bright Summer hours You have filled our hearts with cheer We shall miss you so, And yet you must go, For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold, As the year grows old, And the meadows are brown and sere; Brave robin redbreast Has gone from his nest, For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray At the close of day, That the little children, so dear, May as purely grow As the fleecy snow That follows the Fall of the year.
Firefighter Finger Play Original Author unknown Five brave firefighters, Sleeping so, (hold up a hand with fingers flat across palm) The fire bell rings, Down the pole they go, (open the hand and make a downward motion) Jump in the fire truck, Hurry down the street. Climb up the ladder, (make the fingers climb) Feel the fire's heat. (wipe sweat from your brow) Five brave firefighters, (hold up five fingers) Put the fire out. (make a wiping motion) Hip! Hip! Hooray! All the people shout! (shout)
Scarecrows scaring little crows in the fall. While protecting its fruits and veggies. It’s stuffed by swinging in the wind. All the leaves in the fall blowing through his face. Scarecrow scaring little crow. It’s fall!
Four busy firefighters could not retire Because they might have to put out a fire. The first one rang a big brass bell. The second one said, 'It's the Grand Hotel!' The third one said, 'Down the pole we'll slide.' The fourth one said, 'Get ready to ride.' The siren said, 'Get out of the way!' We have to put out a fire today!' The red fire truck sped on to the fire, As the big yellow flames grew higher and higher. Swish, went the water from the fire-hose spout And in no time at all the fire was out. Anonymous
Ah, the end of summer. September is when the leaves begin to change, the weather becomes (usually) more mild. From "Summer's Last Will and Testament".....
Fair Summer Droops from Summer’s Last Will and Testament by Thomas Nashe (1600)
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore, So fair a summer look for nevermore: All good things vanish less than in a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay. Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when thou leav’st to appear.
What, shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst, Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed? O trees, consume your sap in sorrow’s source, Streams, turn to tears your tributary course. Go not yet hence, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when thou leav’st to appear.
15 comments:
Jennifer Stevens
September Poem
Due: Oct. 26
I'm a Firefighter (sung to the tune of "I'm a Little Teapot")
By Linda Rice Ludlow
I'm a firefighter. (Point to self)
Here's my hose. (Outstretch arm with finger pointed.)
I put out fires
As everyone knows.
When I see a fire, (Hand over brow.)
I douse it out. (Outstretch arm with finger pointed.)
"Thank you! Thank you!"
People shout!
I Pledge Allegiance
by Timothy Tocher
I pledge allegiance to the floor,
the walls and ceiling, classroom door.
I pledge allegiance to my books,
to desk and papers, coat-rack hooks.
I pledge allegiance to my bag,
to Joni's pigtails-and the flag.
Fire Safety:
Stop, Drop, Roll
I will meet my mom by the big oak tree,
I won’t cry cause they will be looking for me.
Bruno will be fine he is a real smart dog,
The smoke will be real thick, kind of like a fog.
If my clothes catch fire don’t try to go get wet,
Just Stop, Drop and Roll, Don’t Forget!
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I have loved this poem since I first read "The Outsiders" and knew that I wanted to post this one for autumn.
September
By Helen Hunt Jackson
The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusky pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow-nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
FIRE SAFETY SONG
What do you dial if there's a fire,
What do you dial if there's a fire,
What do you dial if there's a fire,
Dial 9-1-1!
What do you do to plan for fire,
What do you do to plan for fire,
What do you do to plan for fire,
Have a fire drill!
What do you do if you're on fire,
What do you do if you're on fire,
What do you do if you're on fire,
Stop, drop and roll!
Who comes in a truck if there's fire,
Comes in a truck if there's fire,
Comes in a truck if there's fire,
It's the Fireman!
Author unknown
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Jacques said
Jacque Schawe
September poem
Due Oct.24, 2008
Five Little Firefighters
Five little firefighters
Sleeping in a row.
RING goes the bell!
Down the pole they go.
They jump on the engine,
And put out the fire.
Now they're back at home -
My, but they're tired!
http://www.kinderkorner.com/fire.html
September
"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."
- John Updike
A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.
Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.
I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year.
Firefighter Finger Play
Original Author unknown
Five brave firefighters, Sleeping so,
(hold up a hand with fingers flat across palm)
The fire bell rings, Down the pole they go,
(open the hand and make a downward motion)
Jump in the fire truck, Hurry down the street. Climb up the ladder,
(make the fingers climb)
Feel the fire's heat. (wipe sweat from your brow)
Five brave firefighters, (hold up five fingers)
Put the fire out. (make a wiping motion)
Hip! Hip! Hooray! All the people shout! (shout)
September
Scarecrows!
By
Casey Przybylski
Scarecrows scaring little crows in the fall.
While protecting its fruits and veggies.
It’s stuffed by swinging in the wind.
All the leaves in the fall blowing through his face.
Scarecrow scaring little crow.
It’s fall!
Four Busy Firefighters
Four busy firefighters could not retire
Because they might have to put out a fire.
The first one rang a big brass bell.
The second one said, 'It's the Grand Hotel!'
The third one said, 'Down the pole we'll slide.'
The fourth one said, 'Get ready to ride.'
The siren said, 'Get out of the way!'
We have to put out a fire today!'
The red fire truck sped on to the fire,
As the big yellow flames grew higher and higher.
Swish, went the water from the fire-hose spout
And in no time at all the fire was out.
Anonymous
September
by Helen Hunt Jackson
The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian's bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusky pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow-nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes' sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.
Alison Miller
Firefighter
Firefighter, firefighter
You are brave, you are brave.
Putting out the fires, putting out the fires,
Lives you save, lives you save.
Ah, the end of summer. September is when the leaves begin to change, the weather becomes (usually) more mild. From "Summer's Last Will and Testament".....
Fair Summer Droops
from Summer’s Last Will and Testament by Thomas Nashe (1600)
Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore,
So fair a summer look for nevermore:
All good things vanish less than in a day,
Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay.
Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year,
The earth is hell when thou leav’st to appear.
What, shall those flowers that decked thy garland erst,
Upon thy grave be wastefully dispersed?
O trees, consume your sap in sorrow’s source,
Streams, turn to tears your tributary course.
Go not yet hence, bright soul of the sad year,
The earth is hell when thou leav’st to appear.
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