Poems school - Christina Cherry

snowflakes

Come on, little white snowflake,
and lie down on my hair.
Tell of all the stars
and everyone countries far and near.

Come on, little white snowflake,
and greet my hands.
Tell me where you are from
and where your journey ends.

Come on, all white snowflakes,
everyone comes close,
so I my brother
a snowball
can throw in the neck.

Halfdan Rasmussen, copied and painted by Marie

snow

Winter is not very popular,
because nobody likes to push snow away.
Sometimes you hear early in the morning
the snow slide slide slide tone.

Schneehin-schneeher-Schneeweg-slush,
push, slide, slide, slide quickly, ratchet, ratchet.
That nobody slides, nobody slips and
involuntarily slush sucks.

Winter can be very different
and invites us nicely to play.
But the snow shovel pushes past, then
you scold with shouts:

Schneehin-schneeher-Schneeweg-slush,
push, slide, slide, slide quickly, ratchet, ratchet.
But leave some snow here
to snowman building, thanks to you.

Erwin Grosche, copied and painted by Finja

Mr. Harley

A gentleman in London accelerated.
The traffic light was red.
what!
Mister Harley was having fun.
He spared the brake today.
And hissed into the Thames.

Josef Guggenmos, copied from Marie

Animal ABC

A: monkey, ant, blackbird
B: Bear, beaver, bull, bee
C: Chameleon
D: dragon, dolphin, badger, dachshund
E: elephant, duck, donkey, owl
Q: Flamingo, fly, fox
G: Gorilla, goose
H: dog, rooster, chicken, hamster
I: hedgehog, polecat
J: Jaguar
K: Kangaroo, cat, beetle, cow, squid, crocodile
P: penguin
Q: Jellyfish
R: Giant squid
S: butterfly, swan
T: tiger, squid
U: Eagle owl
V: bird
W: whale, Wahlhei
I’m sorry, but there is no animal with an X!
Y: Yak
Z: zebra, goat

Old peasant rule

Do you see the swallows flying low?,
will you rainy weather Obtain.
The swallows fly in the heights
weather comes, that’s nice.

let’s go

let’s go.
Here we go! Come on! Come on!
on! Come on! Here we go!

Here we go. let’s go.
Come on! on! Here we go !
go Go! Here we go!
Come on! Here we go! Come on!
Here we go ! Come on! on!
Come on! Come on? it goes on?

let’s go?
are you? let’s go?
let’s go Come on. on.

Poem from reading book 3, copied from Marie

It was dark, the moon shone bright

It was dark, the moon shone bright,
There was snow in the green hallway,
like a car at lightning speed
drove slowly around the corner.

People sat standing inside,
silently engrossed in conversation,
as a dead shot rabbit
skated on the sandbar.

And a blond curly haired boy
with raven-black hair
sat on a blue bench,
which was painted red.

From the rain-soaked street
the dust whirled up.
And the boy in the heat
tremendously froze in the ears.

Both hands in your pocket,
he covered his eyes.
Because he couldn’t stand,
the cow smelled like herring.

Unknown author, copied from Finn Luca

wind and weather

It’s raining, it’s raining,
I met a fish.
It winds, it winds,
who doesn’t find home.

It snows it snows,
the Christmas tree is ready.
It freezes, it freezes,
it is not yet decorated.

It thaws, it thaws,
the weather is loud today.
It rustles, it rustles,
I am also reversed.

It airs, it airs,
the meadow hums and smells.
It sprouts, it sprouts,
who has sniffing sneezes.

It flashes, it flashes,
a sparrow ponders and sits.
It drips, it drips,
his heart and mine are pounding.

Jürg Schubiger, copied from Marie

Soccer

Forty-four legs race
through the area with no destination,
and because they have to race like that,
it’s called a lawn game.

There are two frames on the right and left,
one player stands in front of each.
If he holds the ball, he is a hero,
if he doesn’t stop, you shout: "You Toooor!"

You usually always play football
with the lower figure.
With the head although it’s allowed,
you rarely play it.

Heinz Erhardt, copied from Viktoria N.

music

I make music all day,
I’m strong with music!
Do you want to know what i like?
Music all day!

From spring to winter

From spring to summer.
from summer to autumn,
from autumn to winter,
it takes a lot of time.

The flowers are slowly becoming colorful.
The pears are slowly becoming sweet.
The leaves are falling off very slowly.
The snow is slowly coming over the mountains.

Elisabeth Borchers, copied from Johanna

The rhyme trip

The sky is blue,
said the peacock.

Time to freeze,
said the titmouse.

Yes by train,
said the rooster.

Or we fly,
said the goats.

To Amsterdam,
said the lamb.

Where’s that supposed to be,
asked the pig.

Just around the corner,
said the snail.

Frantz Wittkamp, written down by heart by Julia

snow

Winter is not very popular,
because nobody likes to push snow away.
Sometimes you hear early in the morning
the snowshoe – slide – slide tone.