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Halloween Poems
Five Little Pumpkins Five little pumpkins, sitting on a gate, (Hold up fingers for pumpkins) The first one said ‘Oh my! It’s getting late!’ The second one said ‘There are witches in the air!’ The third one said ‘But we … [continue reading]
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Fall Poems
The Message Little night noises I hear your call Summoning frost Welcoming fall. Little night noises Your message is clear. Summer has left us And autumn is here. by Leland B. Jacobs Goodbye to Fall When all the crops are… [continue reading]
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Traffic Light and Stop Sign Poems
Red light, red light What do you say? I say stop and stop right away. Yellow light, yellow light What do you mean? I mean wait till the light turns green. Green light, green light What do you say? I … [continue reading]
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September Poems
Golden September September is the golden month The sun still warmly shines. September paints the world glistening gold With a grandeur that’s sublime. Jeweled orchards in the sun- Apples sparkling – jade, ruby, and gold. Feast your eyes on September’s … [continue reading]
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Autumn Leaves Poems
Fall Wind Everything is on the run – willows swishing in the sun, branches full of dip and sway, falling leaves that face away, pine trees tossing on the hill – nothing’s quite, nothings still, all the sky is full … [continue reading]
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Popcorn Poems
A Popcorn Song Source either Penny Harter or Unknown Sing a song of popcorn When the snowstorms rage; Fifty little brovn men Put into a cage, Shake them till they laugh and leap Crowding to the top, Watch them burst … [continue reading]
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Vegetable Poems
Vegetables by Beatrix Potter A carrot has a green fringed top; A beet is royal red; And lettuces are curious All curled and run to head. Some beans have strings to tie them on, And what is still more queer,… [continue reading]
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Buttons
About Buttons Every button has a door Which opens wide to let him in. But when he rolls upon the floor, Because he’s tired of where he’s been And we can’t find him anymore We use a pin.
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April Fool’s Day Poems
I got up this morning and laced my hair, ran a comb through my shoes, shook hands with the chair. Brought in the newspaper, proceeded to eat the food pages and funnies which tickled my feet. I patted the school … [continue reading]
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Rain Poems
Galoshes Susie’s galoshes Make splishes and splashes And slooshes and sloshes All around her galoshes.
