We can say that the people who make up educational programs are idiots. However, it is not. Their intellectual qualities are in the lower limits of the norm.

Basically, these people are just insensitive.

Yes, I am also talking about what the English language calls "common feelings", common sense, and is translated into Russian as "common sense", but in addition to common sense, they also do not have sufficiently developed empathy skills, that is, they cannot put themselves in the shoes of a student.

There are plenty of examples, they are all extremely small, but there are thousands of them, darkness and darkness.

Well, let's say, a child in preschool education is given tabular data. That is, the data ordered into a table - row, column, that's all. And something needs to be done with them.

It would be great if the ultimate goal were to teach how to use tables. But no. The idiot (here, after all, it's more likely really idiocy), who made up this task, just found it convenient to structure it into a table and ask the child to select the required column and row.

The ability to use tables is not innate, ale!

On the other hand, "all the same, the parents will sit nearby and help."

At the stage when the children already know the letters, some other gifted person decided to give them puzzles. For example, if you have to draw an axis and put an apostrophe (') after it, this means that the last letter of the word must be removed and the word "wasp" is obtained, which means, as we know, "big striped flies."

Did someone explain to the children the rules for decoding puzzles? Probably not.

Well, or here's a story: once a telephone master came to Marshak to fix his phone. And it turned out that the master also indulges in nursery rhymes in his free time. Well, Marshak revealed his talent here. This is how the children's poet Georgy Afanasyevich Ladonshchikov arose.

And now, a century later, a child in the first grade is asked to memorize this palmist:

The wind drives the clouds
The wind groans in the pipes
The rain is slanting, cold
Knocks on the glass.

There are puddles on the roads
Frown from the cold
Hiding under a canopy
Sad rooks.

A true omen
That the summer goes by
What honey mushrooms are asking for
Themselves in a box,

What's in a hurry with gifts
Autumn is bright again
What is bored at school
Talker-call.

And not just one child, but a whole class.

Parents, of course, shove poetry into the child, he learns from it, like a meaningless mantra, occasionally asking the questions “what is a canopy?”, “What is a box?” and the like (the parents of the class were specially interviewed).

I look at this and tell my wife that it is not necessary to inculcate hatred of poetry in a child right away, if they ask him, then let him read it from a piece of paper or get a “deuce”.

In this verse, naturally, everything is disgusting. It is called a "true omen", but I have not been able to isolate exactly where this particular omen is, what it is.

No, you can strain and understand the structure of the verse: first there are signs, then it turns out that these are signs that summer is passing and other synonymous series (summer leaves - autumn comes).

This is not a verse to ask a first grader in October, for a million reasons. Firstly, half of the concepts are corny not known, I wrote about this above, but you can repeat: for example, what does the wind do in the pipes? Well, she groans. What pipes? What? Where?

Secondly, in addition to concepts, there are also artistic devices, in particular - a metaphor. Yes, children in general should be familiar with her, they are real people, but before learning a verse, the child needs help to unfold everything: why does the wind groan, what is slanting rain, how puddles wrinkle, why is the bell a talker?

All this, of course, you can do if you want the child not to go crazy, memorizing this rubbish, but several thoughts arise, the essence of which can be reduced to the fact that no, it is not implied that someone will explain to the child about metaphors and that's all, otherwise they would have chosen better poems (for example, here is a great option - any verse with a plot!) and, besides, they would not have asked to learn this as a homework for tomorrow(but would have done this in class).

And if you do this in spite of, or with a desire to do "what is best", then why then take the child to school? (And this - to explain everything correctly - is not the kind of work that can be done with a child in one day).

At the same time, the school is the best in the city (as it happened, at the place of residence), and their teacher is not bad.

That is, "this is even the best, you have not seen the worst."

AUTUMN VERSES FOR CHILDREN

Faithful omen

The wind drives the clouds
The wind groans in the pipes
The rain is slanting, cold
Knocks on the glass.
There are puddles on the roads
Frown from the cold
Hiding under a canopy
Sad rooks.
A true omen
That the summer goes by
What honey mushrooms are asking for
Themselves in a box,
What's in a hurry with gifts
Autumn is bright again
What is bored at school
Talker-call.

(G. Ladonshchikov)

Autumn signs

Thin birch
Wearing gold.
So the omen of autumn has appeared.

The birds fly away
To the land of warmth and light,
Here's another one for you
Autumn is a sign.

Rain drops
All day from dawn.
This rain too
Autumn is a sign.

Proud boy, happy:
After all, he is wearing
School shirt,
Bought in the summer.

Girl with a briefcase.
Everyone knows: this is -
Autumn walking
A true omen.

(L. Preobrazhenskaya)

Autumn

Summer leaves wet babbling
Verse and thinned.
Maple leaf like a swan
Circles on the water.
Birches gathered in flocks,
Only the wind is waiting.
Smoke branches, grows -
Somewhere the leaves are burning ...
And in the garden, in a white mist
Heard a hundred miles away
The sound of falling ripe apples
Overripe stars.
(I. Gamazkova)

Look how beautiful the day is

Look how beautiful the day is
And how clear the sky is
As ash burns under the sun,
Maple burns without fire.

And circling over the clearing
Like a firebird, the leaf is crimson.

And crimson, like rubies,
Rowan berries turn red
Waiting for guests -
Red-breasted bullfinches ...

And on the hillock, in red leaves,
Like in lush fox fur coats,
Majestic oaks
They look sadly at the mushrooms -

Old and small
Scarlet russula
And purple fly agaric
In the middle of wormholes ...

Meanwhile, the day is coming to an end,
Goes to sleep in the red tower
The sun is red from heaven ...
The leaves are dying out.
The forest is dying.
(I. Maznin)

Carpet runners

Behind the autumn clouds somewhere
Crane's conversation fell silent.
On the paths where summer ran
The multi-colored carpet has settled down.

The sparrow was sad outside the window,
The houses were unusually quiet.
On the autumn carpet paths
Winter comes imperceptibly.
(V. Orlov)

Night leaf

I was sitting today
Before dark
Near open
Window.
Suddenly on the windowsill
Lay down
Golden
A small piece of paper.
It's damp outside the window
And it's dark.
So he flew in
Out my window.
He shivers.
And it can be seen that is why
The tail is moving
Him.

(V. Orlov)

Autumn awards

Rocked,
Rustled
In the dark thicket
Pine trees, ate!
Meet the wind
So happy:
He hands them
Awards!
Attaches
"Order of the Maple"
On the uniform
Pine green.
Order red,
Cutout,
With golden
Border!
And a handful
Medals
Of every ate
The winds gave!
Gold
Yes pink -
"Osinovs",
"Birch"!

(A. Shevchenko)
Gathered and flew

Gathered and flew
Ducks on a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
The bear makes a den.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny became warm.
Carries a squirrel for a month
Reserve mushrooms in a hollow.
Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grater
A fox sneaks in.
Hides a nutcracker for the winter
In old moss, nuts are clever.
Needles are pinched by wood grouses.
They came to winter to us
Bullfinch northerners.

(E. Golovin)

Sheet

Quiet, warm, gentle autumn


light.
On sidewalks, lawns, alleys
she pours them, not at all regretting, –

sheet.



sheet.


moment – and, bypassing the wide cornice,
way down!
(A. Starikov)

Autumn in the forest

Autumn forest every year
Pays in gold to enter.
Look at the aspen -
All dressed in gold
And she babbles:
"I'm cold ..." -
And shivers from the cold.

And the birch is happy
Yellow along:
"What a dress!
What a delight! "
Leaves flew quickly
Frost came suddenly.
And the birch whispers:
"I'm chilly! ..."

Leaked by the oak
Gilded fur coat.
The oak caught on, but it's too late
And he makes a noise:
"I'm cold! I'm cold!"
Deceived the gold -
Not saved from the cold.

(From A. Gontar, translated by V. Berestov)

Autumn

Slow down, autumn, take your time
Unwind your rains
Spread your mists
on the unsteady river surface.

Slow down, autumn, show
Turn yellow leaves for me,
Let me make sure, slowly,
How fresh is your silence

And like the bottomless blue of the sky
Over the hot flame of aspens ...

(L. Tatyanicheva)

Autumn

All the trees fall asleep
Leaves are showered from the branches.
Only the spruce does not crumble -
She does not fall asleep in any way.
Fear does not give rest:
Wouldn't oversleep the New Year!

(M. Schwartz)

Autumn

A boring rain falls on the ground
And the expanse wilted.
Autumn turned the sun out
Like a light bulb fitter.

(M. Schwartz)

Autumn

Autumn,
autumn...
The sun
It's damp in the clouds –
Even at noon it shines
Dull and timid.
From the cold grove
In field,
to the path
Blown out by a hare –
The first
Snowflake.

(T. Belozerov)

Autumn seamstress

So that the crumb-earth winters without hassle,
She sews a patchwork quilt for her.
The leaf is neatly sewn to the leaf,
Pine needle adjusts the stitch.

Leaflets to choose from - any will come in handy.
Here next to the crimson lilac lies,
Although the seamstress is very fond of golden,
Brown and even spotted will do.

They are held together by a cobweb thread.
More beautiful than this, you will not find a picture.

(T. Gusarova ■ )

Leaf walker

Red rain falls from the firmament,
The wind carries red leaves ...
Leaf fall,
Changing seasons
Leaf walker on the river, leaf walker.
The sides of the river are freezing
And there is nowhere to go from the frost.
The river was covered with a fox fur coat,
But shivers
And he can't get warm.

(V. Shulzhik)

Colored autumn

Colored autumn – evening of the year–
Smiles at me lightly.
But between me and nature
Thin glass emerged.

This whole world – in full view,
But I can't go back.
I'm also with you, but in the carriage,
I'm also at home, but on the way.

(S. Marshak)

White blizzards are coming

White blizzards are coming
Snow will be lifted from the ground.
Fly away, fly away
The cranes flew away.

Do not hear the cuckoo in the grove,
And the birdhouse was empty.
The stork flaps its wings -
Flies away, flew away!

Patterned leaf swing
In a blue puddle on the water.
A rook walks with a black rook
In the garden along the ridge.

Crumbled, turned yellow
The sun's rays are rare.
Fly away, fly away
The rooks also flew away.
(E. Blaginina)

Sheet

Quiet, warm, gentle autumn
carries withered leaves everywhere,
colors in lemon, orange color
light.
On sidewalks, lawns, alleys
she pours them, not at all regretting, -
hanging over the window in the cobweb
sheet.
Open the window wide. And a gullible bird
It sits in my palm, spinning around,
light and cold, gentle and clean
sheet.
Wind gust. The leaf takes off from the palm,
here he is already on the next balcony,
moment - and, bypassing the wide cornice,
way down!
(A. Starikov)

The golden grove

Autumn! The golden grove!
Gold, blue,
And over the grove flies
A flock of cranes.
High under the clouds
The geese respond
With a distant lake, with fields
Say goodbye forever.
(A. Newcomer)

Autumn has come

Autumn has come
The rains began.
How sad
The gardens look out.

The birds reached out
To warm lands.
Farewell is heard
Crane biting.

The sun does not spoil
Us with our warmth.
Northern, frosty
It blows chill.

It's too sad
Sad at heart
From what summer
Do not return already.
(E. Arsenina)

Leaf fall

Ice chips crunch under the foot,
I can not see anything. Darkness.
And the leaves rustle - invisible,
Flying from every bush.
Autumn walks the roads of summer
Everything is quiet, it is easy to rest.
Only in the sky is festive from the light -
The sky lit up all the constellations! ..
They are similar to gold leaves,
Stars are falling from the sky ... flying ...
As if in a dark, starry sky too
Autumn leaves fall.
(E. Trutneva)

Leaf fall

Leaf fall,
Leaf fall!
The yellow birds are flying ...
Maybe it's not birds
Are you going on a long journey?
Maybe this
Just summer
Flies away to rest?
Rest
Will gain strength
And back to us
Will come back.

(I. Bursov)

Falling leaves lesson

And in pairs, in pairs after her,
For her sweet teacher
We are solemnly leaving the village.
And in the puddles from the lawns, foliage poured!

"Look! On dark Christmas trees in the undergrowth
Maple stars burn like pendants.
Bend over for the most beautiful leaf
Veined with crimson on gold.

Remember everything, how the earth falls asleep,
And the wind falls asleep with foliage. "
And in the maple grove it is brighter and brighter.
More and more leaves are flying off the branches.

We play and rush under the falling leaves
With a sad, pensive woman next to him.

(V. Berestov)

Autumn talk

Kalina spoke to Kalina:

– Why are you, friend, in a mess?
Why is the view so gloomy?

What kind of pain does your heart ache? ..

Kalina answered Kalina:

– That's why the gnawing gnaw at me,

That winter is already on the doorstep

That a blizzard is already on the way

It's not for nothing - think for yourself! –

Our branches flew yesterday! ..

(A. Kaminchuk)

Autumn wind

Rain. Clouds over the ground
An uninterrupted succession.
Under the bush the dry is sad
Empty nest.

The wind spins and rushes -
Swirling leaves, noise and moan,
Maybe turn into a storm
Was he thinking this time?

The rain subsides in the evening.
Dreams wander in the night garden.
And curled up in a ball, the wind
Sounds asleep in an empty nest.
(N. Zverkovskaya)

Autumn wind

Someone walks at the gate -
It will touch the branch
Then he will collect the blades of grass
And toss it up.

It will begin to bend the mountain ash
At a clogged dacha,
Here I took to blowing on a puddle,
Like hot tea.

And does not freeze without a coat
On a chilly blue evening ...
This someone is nobody
He is the autumn wind.
(L. Derbenev)

Elk echo

The moose sounded anxiously:

Summer was - it was over.

And the forest alarm

Rolled along the road.

He flew up to the clouds with the wind,

I ran along the fox trails.

And from the trees a yellow echo

Dropped autumn leaves.
(V. Stepanov)

Cranes

Over the brown cornfield
Cannabis
Fly lazily
Cranes.
Are flying
They echo.
They look at everyone
Say goodbye
With fir trees
Green,
With birches
And with maples
With valleys
With lakes
With dear ones
The vastness.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Autumn hare worries

What's on a hare's mind?
Prepare for winter.

Get it outside the store
An excellent winter down jacket.

White and white whiteness
To run in it until spring.

The former became a little cold
Yes and – gray, and – too small.

He is in the winter of the enemy pack,
Like a target on a hillside.

It will be safer in the new
Not more noticeable to dogs and owls.

White snow and white fur –
And warmer and more beautiful than all!

( T. Umanskaya)

Last leaves

Are flying over the fields
Last leaves,
Last leaves
They fly around in the forest.
And the sun, barely
Breaking through the clouds
Drops the last non-heating ray.
Can't hear on the river
not a song, not a word.
The anglers are gone
With the last catch.
But they believe stubbornly
both people and birds:
Everything will be born again!
Everything will happen again!

(A. Newcomer)

Autumn tale

The tale begins
Autumn is quiet.
She walks through the woods
Like a moose cow
Not to be seen
Do not hear
As it goes for the branches.
But behind her we are with you
Let's hurry ourselves.
You see flashed
Bunches of September mountain ash.
See, the mushroom turned red
Under the ringing aspen.
Hangs in a light smoke
There is a cobweb on the pine tree.
Summer got confused in her
Aspen leaf.
(G. Novitskaya)

The forest also smells like mushrooms

The forest also smells like mushrooms
And the sheet didn't come off
At the aspen.
And from the browned mountain ash
Even the heat of summer
Didn't disappear.
I have not told everything yet
Creek,
Living under the roots.
But the rain
Already hurrying after us
As if forests
I have not seen!
(G. Novitskaya)

On the road, on the path

On the road, on the path
The forest has lost its leaves.
Spider on a spider web
He climbed into my collar.

The night has become darker
And the woodpecker's knocking is not audible.
More often the rain wets the branches,
There will be no thunder sound.

In the morning already on a puddle
The first ice appeared.
And the snow is spinning lightly
Know the frost on the way, it goes.
(L. Nelyubov)

Autumn tasks

In the morning in the forest
Above the silvery thread
Spiders bustle –
Telephone operators.
And now from the tree
Until the aspen,
Like wires sparkle
Cobwebs.
Calls are ringing:
– Attention! Attention!
Listen to autumn
Tasks!
– Hello, bear!
– I'm listening to! Yes Yes!
– Just around the corner
Cold!
Until winter came around
To the threshold
You need urgently
Find a den!
The calls are ringing
Squirrels and hedgehogs
From the top
And down to the lower floors:
– Check soon
Own pantries –
Are there enough supplies
For wintering.
The calls are ringing
At the old swamp:
– Herons have everything ready
For departure?
– Everything is ready for departure!
– Good luck!
Don't forget again
Look in!
The bells are ringing at the linden tree
And the maple tree:
– Hello! Tell,
Who's on the phone?
– Hello! By the phone
Ants!
– Close up
Your anthills!
– Tell me, is it a river?
– River, river!
– Why for crayfish
No place?
And the river answers:
– This is bullshit!
I'll show you,
Where crayfish hibernate!
– Hello guys!
Good afternoon guys!
On the street already
It's chilly!
It's time for the birds
Hanging out feeders –
On the windows, on the balconies,
At the edge!
After all, the birds –
Your faithful friends,
And about friends to us
You must not forget!

(V. Orlov)

Doctor Autumn

On the thorns of the hedgehogs
There are two mustard plasters.
It means that someone put them,
But where is this doctor?
The forest sighed
And threw the leaves ...
– I guessed it! It's Autumn!

(E. Grigorieva)

From dawn to dusk

Forests are turning
In the painted sails.
Autumn again
Leaves again
Without beginning, without end
Over the river
And by the porch.

Here they are floating somewhere -
Then back
And then go ahead.
From dawn to dusk
The wind tears them apart.

Whole day
Slanting rains
Pulling threads through the woods
As if they were repairing painted
Golden sails ...

(V. Stepanov)

Until next summer

Leaves quietly Summer,
dressed in foliage.
And it remains somewhere
in a dream or in reality:
silver fly
in the spider's nets,
undrinked mug
fresh milk.
And a glass stream.
And a warm earth.
And over the forest glade
buzzing bumblebee.

Comes quietly Autumn,
dressed in fog.
She brings the rains
from foreign countries.
And a heap of yellow leaves,
and the aroma of the forest,
and dampness in dark burrows.

And somewhere behind the wall
alarm clock until dawn
chirps on the table:
"Until boo-doo-shche-go-ta,
to boo-doo-shch-le- ... "

(Tim Sobakin)

Letter

Angry autumn breeze
I plucked a leaf from the bush.
Spun around with a leaf for a long time.
Circled over the trees
And then on my knees
Put down the yellow leaf.
I touched my face with cold:
“Get the letter!
Autumn sent it to you,
And another bunch of yellow ones,
Red,
Different letters
I gave it up.

(E. Avdienko)

Autumn

Rustled underfoot
Leaves with yellow sides.
It became damp, it became bare,
We need to get ready for school.
I barely have a notebook
Posted in my portfolio
Among rowan berries,
Maple and aspen leaves
Acorns and russula ...
And, probably, Olezhek,
My deskmate asks:
"What is all this?" "This is autumn" ...
(T. Agibalova)

Ryabinushka

Look! The aspens turned red

In shawls of yellow birches are ...

At the forest diva of rowan

Beads are burning with a scarlet ruby.

Dressed up as if a princess,

At a splendid autumn feast.

Her forest mermaid, probably,

She braided her braid in the morning.

(L. Chadova)

Autumn miracle

Now it's autumn, bad weather.
Rain and slush. Everyone is sad:
Because with the hot summer
They do not want to leave.

The sky is crying, the sun is hiding
The wind sings plaintively.
We made a wish:
Let summer come to us again.

And this wish came true,
The kids are having fun:
A miracle now - Indian summer,
It's hot in the middle of autumn!
(N. Samoniy)

Autumn cries quietly in a dance

Loose her braids in autumn
A blazing fire.
More often frost, less often - dew,
The rain is cold silver.

Autumn bared her shoulders
All the trees in the neckline -
Soon the ball, farewell evening ...
The foliage is already waltzing.

Chrysanthemums with wondrous fur
Color the autumn outfit.
The wind is not a hindrance to the ball -
Louder music a hundred times!

Loose her braids in autumn,
The wind flutters the silk of your hair.
More often frost, less often - dew,
The scent of late roses is sweeter.

Autumn cries quietly in a dance
The lips tremble in a whisper.
In the puddles, a sad look hides.
The birds circle pitifully.

Stretching out a piece of paper like a hand,
Waving a sad "Goodbye" ...
Autumn, feeling parting,
Whispers tearfully: "Remember ..."
(N. Samoniy)

Sad autumn

The leaves flew away
Following the flock of birds.
I'm on a red autumn
I miss you day after day.

The sky is sad
The sun is discouraged ...
It's a pity that autumn is warm
It doesn't last long!
(N. Samoniy)

Plums are falling in the garden ...

Plums are falling in the garden
A noble treat for wasps ...
Yellow leaf bathed in a pond
And welcomes the early fall.

He pictured himself as a ship
The wind of wanderings shook him.
So we will sail after him
To the moorings unknown in life.

And we already know by heart:
There will be a new summer in a year.
Why is universal sadness
In every line of poetry?

Because there are traces in the dew
Wash away the showers and cold out the winters?
Because all the moments
Fleeting and unique?

(L. Kuznetsova)

Autumn. Silence in the dacha village ...

Autumn. Silence in the dacha village,
And desertedly ringing on the ground.
A cobweb in a transparent air
Cold as a crack in glass

Through the sandy pink pines
The roof is turning blue with the cockerel;
In a light haze, the velvet sun -
Like a peach touched by a fluff.

At sunset, lush, but not abrupt,
The clouds are waiting for something, frozen;
Holding hands, emanate brilliance
The last two, the most gold ones;

Both turn their faces to the sun,
Both fade at one end;
The elder one carries the feather of the firebird,
The youngest is a feather of a fire chick.
(N. Matveeva)

Late fall

Played back the colors of autumn
A riot of color fades
And trees with light graying
Dress up with the first snow.

Only pines and ate
They do not take off their fur coats
Not in the heat and not in the blizzard -
The greens are gently preserved.

And really, wonderfully
White and green
Combine beautifully
Only a freezing winter!

(E. Yakhnitskaya ■ )

Complains, cries

Complains, cries
Autumn outside the window
And hides tears
Under someone else's umbrella ...

Pestering passers-by
Bothers them –
Different, different,
Sleepy and sick ...

That hurts boring
Windy longing
Then she breathes a cold
Moist city ...

What do you want
Strange madam?
And in response – annoying
Whipping the wires ...
(A. Travyanaya)

Autumn is approaching

Gradually getting colder
And the days became shorter.
Summer is running fast
A flock of birds, flashing in the distance.

Already the rowan trees have turned red,
The grass has become withered
Appeared on the trees
Bright yellow foliage.

In the morning the fog swirls
Motionless and gray-haired
And by noon the sun is warming
As if in the summer heat.

But as soon as the wind blows
And autumn foliage
Flashes in a bright dance
Like sparks from a fire.
(I. Butrimova)

Golden autumn of wonderful beauty

Blue sky, bright flowers
Golden autumn of wonderful beauty.
How much sun, light, gentle warmth,
Autumn gave us this Indian summer.
We are glad to the last warm, clear days,
On the stumps of honey agarics, in the sky for cranes.

As if an artist with a bold hand
I painted birches with gold paint,
And, adding red, painted the bushes
Maples and aspen trees of wonderful beauty.
It turned out to be autumn – Eye-catching!
Who else can draw like that?
(I. Butrimova)

Leaf fall

Fallen leaves rustle underfoot
The whole earth, covered with a multi-colored carpet,
And the autumn maples are cold flames
A farewell fire sparkles in the sun.

And the wind plays with a rowan branch
And the bunches flicker in the autumn foliage.
There has been a sign among the people for a long time
That there are a lot of mountain ash - for a cold winter.

Golden eyes of the last daisies
Reminded again about the lost heat
And dew drops, like living tears,
From their white cilia flow at dawn.

And the wind keeps driving the fallen leaves
And the cranes are flying like a wedge.
For me a train that rushed from summer to autumn,
He will wave a yellow ticket in the distance.
(I. Butrimova)

Bored outside the window

It was getting lazy outside the window ... And what then?
I am enjoying this fine day.

I look into the sky-lakes, I melt in them,
In the sky-high distance floating away.

I inhale the scent of the leaves with a bitter taste.
I admire the lace of the cobweb.

And I rejoice at the moment I lived
Drawing unearthly inspiration.

It was getting lazy outside the window ... And what then?
I enjoy this fine day ...
(N. Pristi)

September saddens us with tears of rain ...

September saddens us with tears of rain ...
Grasses hid themselves under the silver more than once,
In the puddles in the morning there are transparent frames,
The rowan under the window blushed like a child ...
The river runs, hurries, trying to avoid
Painful sleep and long captivity ...
And the maple birch whispers with inspiration,
How he knows how to wait patiently ...
(O. Kukharenko)

September is smart ...

In red boots, in a yellow suit,
September came out in a fashionable outfit.
In a curl of wheat, to the envy of the virgins,
The viburnum ruby ​​is skillfully woven.

Dandy walks on the grass of the meadow,
Brings gifts to his girlfriends.
Aspen in the grove, in the birch forest
They are waiting for the color of honey and gold in braids.

I handed out all the colors Generous September,
But there was not enough pine and cedar,
And linden and oak are not enough ...
September is calling for his brother's help.

In an amber dress coat, to the ringing of streams,
October is feasting in gardens and parks,
And gold pours in various samples.
November, all in white, is already on the road.

(I. Rasulova ■ )

October came

October came. Raised under the crowns
Your torch – the forests burst into flames.
One pine tree with green fire
Laughs in the fall in the eyes.
The wind is walking along the alleys
With foliage at the wedding gold.
And the forest is sad for the bird trills,
Spill brooding calm.
(L. Bochenkov)

November

Maples are flying around faster and faster
The low vault of heaven is getting darker,
You can see more and more how the crowns are emptying,
You can hear more and more how the forest grows numb,
And more and more often hides in the darkness
The sun cooled to the ground ...
(I. Maznin)

"Methodical piggy bank We learn poems about autumn (6-7 years old) TRUE PRINCIPLE AUTUMN The wind drives the clouds, Autumn has come, The wind is in ..."

Methodical piggy bank

Learn poems about autumn (6-7 years old)

FAITHFUL PRIME AUTUMN

The wind drives the clouds, Autumn has come,

The wind groans in the pipes, the flowers have dried up,

The rain is slanting, cold And they look sadly

Knocks on the glass. Bare bushes.

On the roads, the puddles Wither and turn yellow

They frown from the cold, Grass in the meadows, They hide under the canopy Only the sad rooks turn green. Winter in the fields.

A true omen, A cloud covers the sky, That summer is passing, The sun does not shine, That honey mushrooms are asking for The wind in the field howls, Themselves in a box, The rain is drizzling ..

What is in a hurry with gifts The waters rustled Again bright autumn, Fast stream, What is bored at school Birds flew away Talker-bell. To warm lands.

(Georgy Ladonshchikov) (Alexey Pleshcheev)

HARVEST HOLIDAY

BLUE SKY, BRIGHT FLOWERS

Autumn parks are decorated with Blue sky, bright flowers, colorful foliage.

Golden autumn of wonderful beauty.

Autumn feeds with harvest How much sun, light, gentle warmth, Birds, animals and you and me.

Autumn gave us this Indian summer.

We are glad to the last warm, clear days, And in the gardens, and in the garden, On the stumps of honey agarics, in the sky for cranes. Both in the forest and by the water.

Prepared by nature As if an artist with a bold hand All kinds of fruits.

I painted the birch trees with gold paint, And, adding red, painted the bushes. The fields are being harvested. Maple and aspen of wondrous beauty. People gather bread.

It turned out to be autumn, you can't take your eyes off! The mouse drags the grain into the hole, Who else will be able to draw like that? To have lunch in the winter.

(Irina Butrimova) Squirrels dry roots, bees store honey.

Grandma makes jam, puts apples in the cellar.

The harvest is ubiquitous Collect the gifts of nature!

In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather The harvest will come in handy!

(Tatiana Bokova)

MUSHROOMS STILL SMELLS FOREST AT APPROACHING AUTUMN

It also smells like mushrooms

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THE NIVES ARE COMPRESSED, THE GROWS OF THE HEAD ...

The fields are compressed, the groves are bare, From the water fog and dampness.

The quiet sun rolled down with a wheel behind the blue of the mountain.

The blasted road slumbers.

Today she dreamed that it was very, very little to wait for the gray winter ...

(Sergey Yesenin) Riddles about autumn

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