“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
It’s officially spring. She arrived early, but now we can announce her and revel in her presence. It’s clear that spring riles up humankind. Whether young or old, I think our very souls feel compelled to capture the essence of spring through artwork, photographs and words – most definitely words.
More than 1,000 years ago, Chinese artist Guo Xi created “Early Spring” – still one of the most feted pieces of artwork from the Song Dynasty. William Blake and Robert Louis Stevenson wrote poems about spring, as did Robert Frost, William Shakespeare and Henry Van Dyke. Victorian painter Sophie Anderson captured the essence of spring in her beguiling depiction of a child holding springtime apple blossoms, and my daughters photograph the beauty that permeates Spring 2012 here in the South.
Artist Sami Suomalainen depicted the season in a quirky post-modern way, when he illustrated “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” the classic springtime poem by William Wordsworth. The text in this 2007 children’s picture book by Lobster Press stays true to the ink that flowed from Mr. Wordsworth’s pen. You can find the book here among Big Universe Learning’s online bookshelves. Think of it as an appetizer for April’s National Poetry Month observation!
Don’t miss the opportunity to take advantage of Big Universe’s Author Tool during National Poetry Month either. It’s the perfect medium for students to write and illustrate seasonal poetry in the form of haiku, limericks, free form verse and rhyming couplets. (Check out “Spring,” a topical poem written by Big Universe member Willa3.)
Here are some other poems to ring in spring.
Spring Poems for Children
Spring Will Be Pretty
by Dave Crawley
Spring will be pretty. Just give it a week,
When flowers are blooming down by the creek.
Bees will be buzzing as trees start to bud,
But for the moment I'm covered with mud.
Snow has been melting, since winter is through,
Replacing the whiteness with puddles of goo.
I stepped off the sidewalk and into the ooze.
Next thing I knew, I stepped out of my shoes!
Mud on my ankles and mud on my clothes.
I stumbled face-first and got mud up my nose.
Spring will be pretty, but I must confess,
The first days of spring are a muckety mess!
by Mark Sawyer
A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze,
And acres of ground away from trees,
And one hundred yards of clean, strong string --
O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!
Never mind March, we know
You're not really mad
Or angry or bad.
You're only blowing the winter away
To get the world ready
For April and May.
What the Robin Told
told the grasses,
And the grasses
told the trees.
told the bushes,
And the bushes
told the bees.
told the robin,
And the robin
sang out clear:
Spring is here!
Jessica Erica Steeze
The rivers are flowing, they're overgrowing
And all the rosebuds are suddenly showing
But don't tell Jessica Erica Steeze
Because all the pollen makes her sneeze
Poor Jessica, she hates the spring
The pink cherry blossoms don't make her sing
She doesn't care about birds that warble
Jessica thinks spring is horrible
In summer Jessica really is nice
In winter she likes to skate on the ice
Even in fall she loves to rake leaves
But spring just makes her cough and wheeze
Jessica's allergies really are sad
She won't take pills, she says they taste bad
Go and play, she won't be mad at you
All she wants to say is atchoo!
NOTE: The poem “Jessica Erica Steeze” was found on ClassroomJr.com, a teachers resource website with activities, printables, craft ideas, writing worksheets, word puzzles and more.