22/3/2014 0 Comments Spring verses songs and storiesSpring Circle for little children
A collection of verses and songs for ring time http://susannah-moonchild.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/spring-circle-for-little-children.html Spring is coming, spring is coming: birdies build your nest! Weave together straw and feather, doing each your best! Spring is coming, spring is coming: flowers are coming too, Pansies lilies, daffodillies, All are coming through! Spring is coming, spring is coming, All around is fair! Shimmer, quiver on the river Joy is everywhere! Wake up, wake up, all you little children, Sunlight, sky bright, Spring is coming now Gusty March winds blowing Daffodils a blowing, Birds sing, bells ring, There’s blossom on the bough. ~~~ Piper, piper , play your happy music! Singing, singing, we will follow on. Dancing through the daytime Lead us to the May time Ding dong-Spring song, Winter ‘s past and gone! In and out the dusty bluebells, In and out the dusty bluebells, Who will be my partner? Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. You will be my partner. ( Also Pit-a-pat on your shoulder…different version!) Sleepy Bunnies See the little bunnies sleeping ‘till is nearly noon… Shall we wake them with a merry tune? Oh so sweet- Are they ill? Wake up soon! Hop little bunnies hop, hop, hop, Hop little bunnies hop, hop, hop Ten little fairies stand up straight Ten little fairies make a gate Ten little fairies bow to the King Ten little fairies make a ring Ten little fairies dance and play Ten little fairies fly away ( hide away) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daffodilly down came to town With her yellow bonnet and her green gown! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Crocus, crocus , open up - Catch a Sunbeam in your cup! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The silver raindrops patter upon the earth today Tip tap, their knock is gentle and this is what they say “Awake now little flowers and open wide your door, Put on your rainbow dresses as Spring is here once more! An early Spring puppet play A simple puppet play I do at parent and child sessions I use simple objects like pine cones for trees and green dark green and light green scarves for grass/earth and blue scarf for sky some wooden animals; Mother Earth puppet; some root and flower children – felt figures bits of bark, twigs, pussy willow; some flowers...any nature finding will do! Silk scarves in white for snow, pink, orange and yellow; little magic wool fairies could be used too. The Story of the Root Children By Sibylle Von Olfers Under the ground, deep in the earth among the roots of the trees, the little root-children were fast asleep all winter long. They felt nothing of the biting wind, the cold snow or the stinging hailstorms. They slept peacefully in their warm burrows. They were dreaming of the sunshine in which they had played all through the summer. And what wonderful dreams they were! When at last winter came to an end and the sun began to melt the snow, Mother Earth came along with her candle to wake them up again. “Wake up, children,” she called kindly. ”Time to get up now! You’ve slept long enough. Spring is coming and there’s work to be done. I’ve brought you scissors, needles and thread and pieces of cloth so that you can all make new clothes. Wake up! As soon as you’re ready, I’ll unlock and open the doors up to the ground.” The children yawned and stretched. Then they jumped up merrily. Hurray, spring is coming! Mother Earth had pieces of lovely coloured cloth in her basket. Each of the root-children chose her own colour to make a dress. The Daffodil chose a bright yellow cloth, the wild rose a soft pink, and the poppy a bright orange. Then they sat down in a cosy circle and began to work busily. They cut, they sewed and pressed until everything fitted exactly. And, as they worked, they sang all the spring songs that they knew. (Sing second verse of “Spring is Coming”): Spring is coming, Spring is coming, flowers are coming too, poppies, roses, daffodillies, all are coming through! All are coming through! As soon as they as they had finished making their new dresses, they went up to Mother Earth in a long procession. Mother Earth looked over her spectacles in surprise when she saw the root-children coming so soon. “Well, well, you have been quick,” she exclaimed, ” and how nice it all looks!” Up above ground, the warm sun was already bringing out the new green leaves on the trees. At last it was really springtime! Mother Earth opened the door. Then out into the lovely spring sunshine came a procession of root-children with their blades of grass and flowers. Radiant Sun from his throne in the sky Looked down on earth where sleeping seeds lie And thought to himself, "I think it's time For flower babies to wake up and play." So with his rays of gold he knocked and knocked At each and every flower family's door, "Wake up! Wake up!" he chuckled with glee, "Time to wake up and colour the earth's floor!" The snowdrops were first, then crocus and rosies, Daffodils, violets and all sorts of posies Yawning and stretching under radiant sun, Yes, all flowers create springtime fun! Welcome Spring - Circle time Verses For Spring Where are the froggies when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Deep, deep down in the mud they lie, froggies sleeping with tight-closed eyes. When the warm spring sun comes out, froggies wake and jump about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. Where are the turtles when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Deep, deep down in the mud they lie, turtles sleeping with tight-closed eyes. When the warm spring sun comes out, turtles wake and crawl about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. Where are the bears when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Deep, deep down in a cave they lie, baby bears sleeping with tight-closed eyes. When the warm spring sun comes out, bear cubs wake and run about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. Where are the squirrels when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Cracking nuts in a hollow tree, squirrels are cozy as cozy can be. When the warm spring sun comes out, squirrels wake and jump about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. * * * * * * * * A little seed for me to sow. A little earth to make it grow. A little hole, a little pat, a little wish, and that is that. A little sun, a little shower, a little while, and then a flower. * * * * * * * * Spring is here, said the bumble bee How do you know, said the old oak tree I see yellow daffodils Dancing with the fairies on the windy hills. * * * * * * * * Pitter, patter raindrops, falling on the treetops, falling down on garden beds, wetting all the children¹s heads. Pitter, patter raindrops, falling on the treetops. * * * * * * * * Now the sky has darkened, and the rain is sprinkling down. Shall we hide beneath a tree, or run back home to town? No! We like the rain! * * * * * * * * VERSE: WALKING: Splish, splash, splish, splash here's how we walk in the rain. Splish, splash, splish, splash here¹s how we walk in the rain. And splash -we run through the puddles. And splosh - we skip in the rain. And splish - we turn round the corner until we come home again! * * * * * * * * And now the rain is over the sky is bright and blue, and yonder in the meadow, the sheep are happy too. * * * * * * * * FINGERPLAY: This is a house for a robin (make a nest with hands) This is a hive for a bee (two fists together to make a hive) This is a hole for a bunny (thumbs and pointers on both hands to make hole) And this is a house for me! (Arms and hands form roof overhead) * * * * * * * * In our Springtime garden, rosy morning glow, Sunshine falling, calling, falling, seeds are waking so. * * * * * * * * Through the meadow let us walk, and see what wonders spring has brought. Skipping, skipping, let us go, as the breeze blows to and fro. But watch your step and look where you go! Here is a creature tiny and slow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Caterpillar, caterpillar you are such a pretty sight. Caterpillar, caterpillar green and yellow, black and white. Take care what you do, robins are a watching you. Take care what you do, robins are a watching you. Caterpillar, caterpillar creep away and hide you soon. Caterpillar, caterpillar spin yourself a warm cocoon. Dark and silent lie, till you are a butterfly. Dark and silent lie, till you are a butterfly. * * * * * * * * Flutter, flutter butterfly Floating in the springtime sky Floating by for all to see Floating by so merrily Come bright butterfly close to me. Your beautiful wings I should like to see. You fly like a bird, you sip like a bee, but you're really a flower on the wind set free. Look high and low and you will see, the butterfly is not alone in this meadow. Hop, said the grasshopper, ³hop, hop, hop! The summer is coming and I can¹t stop. All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a honey bee...² Hum, said the honey bee, ³hum, hum, hum! Fresh sweet clover field here I come! All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a squirrel now...² Scurry, said the squirrel and waved her tail like a little brown ship with a furry furry sail. All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a rabbit now...² Jump, said the rabbit with a jump, jump, jump, I must find a fat lettuce to make me plump! All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a grasshopper... * * * * * * * * VERSE: WALKING: I see across the meadow is a farmer working, sturdy and strong, with his sack of seeds he strides along; Let's go work with him in the field today. It's time to sow our seed. * * * * * * * * SONG: WALKING: Heigh ho, heigh ho, the farmer doth sow. Heigh ho, heigh ho, the farmer doth sow. The birds are a singing, the little seeds springing, Heigh ho, heigh ho, the farmer doth sow Little brown seeds so small and round, Are sleeping quietly underground. Down come the raindrops sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle. Out comes the rainbow, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle. Little brown seeds way down below, Up through the earth they grow, grow, grow. Little green leaves come one by one. They hold up their heads and look at the sun. * * * * * * * * SONG: WALKING: Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow, Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow, Can you or I or anyone know How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow? First the farmer sows his seed, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: Next the farmer waters the seed, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: Next the farmer hoes the weeds, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: Last the farmer harvests his seed, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: * * * * * * * * SONGS FOR MAY FAIRE_ MAY POLE DANCE SONG: SKIPPING: Sing a song of May Day, Hi dee ho dee hay! Showers of flowers from breezy bowers, Hi dee ho dee hay! Dancers and prancers in high grass Hi dee ho dee hay! Joyfully skip each lad and lassie, Hi dee ho dee hay! SONG: WALKING_ SKIPPING Here we go round the May Pole high, The May Pole high The May Pole high Here we go round the May Pole high, Let coloured ribbons fly! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We're dancing, we're dancing around the Maypole high. In colours of the rainbow our ribbons do fly. Dear children take a ribbon please today May flowers all are we. Around, around, around, a garland we do weave. Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la la. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me please. Tra la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me please. Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la la. We thank you dear Maypole. (bow) We thank you dear Maypole. (curtsy) * * * * * * * * FINGERPLAYS: Five little peas in a pea pod pressed. One grew, two grew, and so did all the rest. They grew and they grew and they did not stop, until one day, the pod went POP! * * * * * * * * This is my wee garden plot. I'll rake it with care and it will grow a lot! Peas and carrots and salad from seeds. I'll plant and water and pull out the weeds. The sun will shine and bathe my garden in light, all the plants will be happy and taste just right. Here, try some, have a bite! * * * * * * * Have you ever seen a rainbow On a sunny springtime day, After it's been raining In the misty month of May? Out from the clouds it will appear, And then it's gone away. Have you ever seen a rainbow On a sunny springtime day? * * * * * * * * Spring is here, said the bumble bee How do you know, said the old oak tree I see yellow daffodils Dancing with the fairies on the windy hills. Spring is coming spring is coming flowers are waking too daisies, lilies, daffodillies all are breaking through! All are breaking through! * * * * * * * * Cherry Blossoms Little cherry blossom buds Closed up oh, so tight! See them bursting into bloom, Colored pink and white. Along comes the spring breeze, Blowing all around, And down fall the petals, Twirling to the ground. * * * * * * * * Here we go, to and fro, over the rainbow bridge we go. Treading softly, treading slow, over the rainbow bridge we go. Gathering light from sun and star, gathering light from heaven afar, Down to earth all things to greet, sharing the light with all we meet. Here we go, to and fro, over the rainbow bridge we go. Treading softly, treading slow, over the rainbow bridge we go. * * * * * * * * * * Come golden butterfly, close to me, Your beautiful golden wings, I should like to see. You fly like a bird, you sip like a bee, But you're really a flower the wind has set free. * * * * * * * * * * Two little clouds one summer's day Went flying through the sky. They went so fast they bumped their heads, And both began to cry. Old Father Sun looked out and said, Oh, never mind my dears, I'll send my little fairy folk To dry your falling tears. One fairy came in violet, And one in indigo, In blue, green, yellow, orange, red, They made a pretty row. They wiped the clouds tears all away, And then out from the sky, Upon a line the sunbeams made, They hung their gowns to dry. Spring Circle for little children A collection of verses and songs for ring time Spring is coming, spring is coming: birdies build your nest! Weave together straw and feather, doing each your best! Spring is coming, spring is coming: flowers are coming too, Pansies lilies, daffodillies, All are coming through! Spring is coming, spring is coming, All around is fair! Shimmer, quiver on the river Joy is everywhere! Wake up, wake up, all you little children, Sunlight, sky bright, Spring is coming now Gusty March winds blowing Daffodils a blowing, Birds sing, bells ring, There’s blossom on the bough. ~~~ Piper, piper , play your happy music! Singing, singing, we will follow on. Dancing through the daytime Lead us to the May time Ding dong-Spring song, Winter ‘s past and gone! In and out the dusty bluebells, In and out the dusty bluebells, Who will be my partner? Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. You will be my partner. ( Also Pit-a-pat on your shoulder…different version!) Sleepy Bunnies See the little bunnies sleeping ‘till is nearly noon… Shall we wake them with a merry tune? Oh so sweet- Are they ill? Wake up soon! Hop little bunnies hop, hop, hop, Hop little bunnies hop, hop, hop Ten little fairies stand up straight Ten little fairies make a gate Ten little fairies bow to the King Ten little fairies make a ring Ten little fairies dance and play Ten little fairies fly away ( hide away) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daffodilly down came to town With her yellow bonnet and her green gown! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Crocus, crocus , open up - Catch a Sunbeam in your cup! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The silver raindrops patter upon the earth today Tip tap, their knock is gentle and this is what they say “Awake now little flowers and open wide your door, Put on your rainbow dresses as Spring is here once more! An early Spring puppet play A simple puppet play I do at parent and child sessions I use simple objects like pine cones for trees and green dark green and light green scarves for grass/earth and blue scarf for sky some wooden animals; Mother Earth puppet; some root and flower children – felt figures bits of bark, twigs, pussy willow; some flowers...any nature finding will do! Silk scarves in white for snow, pink, orange and yellow; little magic wool fairies could be used too. The Story of the Root Children By Sibylle Von Olfers Under the ground, deep in the earth among the roots of the trees, the little root-children were fast asleep all winter long. They felt nothing of the biting wind, the cold snow or the stinging hailstorms. They slept peacefully in their warm burrows. They were dreaming of the sunshine in which they had played all through the summer. And what wonderful dreams they were! When at last winter came to an end and the sun began to melt the snow, Mother Earth came along with her candle to wake them up again. “Wake up, children,” she called kindly. ”Time to get up now! You’ve slept long enough. Spring is coming and there’s work to be done. I’ve brought you scissors, needles and thread and pieces of cloth so that you can all make new clothes. Wake up! As soon as you’re ready, I’ll unlock and open the doors up to the ground.” The children yawned and stretched. Then they jumped up merrily. Hurray, spring is coming! Mother Earth had pieces of lovely coloured cloth in her basket. Each of the root-children chose her own colour to make a dress. The Daffodil chose a bright yellow cloth, the wild rose a soft pink, and the poppy a bright orange. Then they sat down in a cosy circle and began to work busily. They cut, they sewed and pressed until everything fitted exactly. And, as they worked, they sang all the spring songs that they knew. (Sing second verse of “Spring is Coming”): Spring is coming, Spring is coming, flowers are coming too, poppies, roses, daffodillies, all are coming through! All are coming through! As soon as they as they had finished making their new dresses, they went up to Mother Earth in a long procession. Mother Earth looked over her spectacles in surprise when she saw the root-children coming so soon. “Well, well, you have been quick,” she exclaimed, ” and how nice it all looks!” Up above ground, the warm sun was already bringing out the new green leaves on the trees. At last it was really springtime! Mother Earth opened the door. Then out into the lovely spring sunshine came a procession of root-children with their blades of grass and flowers. Radiant Sun from his throne in the sky Looked down on earth where sleeping seeds lie And thought to himself, "I think it's time For flower babies to wake up and play." So with his rays of gold he knocked and knocked At each and every flower family's door, "Wake up! Wake up!" he chuckled with glee, "Time to wake up and colour the earth's floor!" The snowdrops were first, then crocus and rosies, Daffodils, violets and all sorts of posies Yawning and stretching under radiant sun, Yes, all flowers create springtime fun! Welcome Spring - Circle time Verses For Spring Where are the froggies when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Deep, deep down in the mud they lie, froggies sleeping with tight-closed eyes. When the warm spring sun comes out, froggies wake and jump about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. Where are the turtles when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Deep, deep down in the mud they lie, turtles sleeping with tight-closed eyes. When the warm spring sun comes out, turtles wake and crawl about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. Where are the bears when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Deep, deep down in a cave they lie, baby bears sleeping with tight-closed eyes. When the warm spring sun comes out, bear cubs wake and run about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. Where are the squirrels when the north winds blow? We cannot see them in the ice and snow. Cracking nuts in a hollow tree, squirrels are cozy as cozy can be. When the warm spring sun comes out, squirrels wake and jump about. Oh, how happy they will be, a springtime world they will see. * * * * * * * * A little seed for me to sow. A little earth to make it grow. A little hole, a little pat, a little wish, and that is that. A little sun, a little shower, a little while, and then a flower. * * * * * * * * Spring is here, said the bumble bee How do you know, said the old oak tree I see yellow daffodils Dancing with the fairies on the windy hills. * * * * * * * * Pitter, patter raindrops, falling on the treetops, falling down on garden beds, wetting all the children¹s heads. Pitter, patter raindrops, falling on the treetops. * * * * * * * * Now the sky has darkened, and the rain is sprinkling down. Shall we hide beneath a tree, or run back home to town? No! We like the rain! * * * * * * * * VERSE: WALKING: Splish, splash, splish, splash here's how we walk in the rain. Splish, splash, splish, splash here¹s how we walk in the rain. And splash -we run through the puddles. And splosh - we skip in the rain. And splish - we turn round the corner until we come home again! * * * * * * * * And now the rain is over the sky is bright and blue, and yonder in the meadow, the sheep are happy too. * * * * * * * * FINGERPLAY: This is a house for a robin (make a nest with hands) This is a hive for a bee (two fists together to make a hive) This is a hole for a bunny (thumbs and pointers on both hands to make hole) And this is a house for me! (Arms and hands form roof overhead) * * * * * * * * In our Springtime garden, rosy morning glow, Sunshine falling, calling, falling, seeds are waking so. * * * * * * * * Through the meadow let us walk, and see what wonders spring has brought. Skipping, skipping, let us go, as the breeze blows to and fro. But watch your step and look where you go! Here is a creature tiny and slow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Caterpillar, caterpillar you are such a pretty sight. Caterpillar, caterpillar green and yellow, black and white. Take care what you do, robins are a watching you. Take care what you do, robins are a watching you. Caterpillar, caterpillar creep away and hide you soon. Caterpillar, caterpillar spin yourself a warm cocoon. Dark and silent lie, till you are a butterfly. Dark and silent lie, till you are a butterfly. * * * * * * * * Flutter, flutter butterfly Floating in the springtime sky Floating by for all to see Floating by so merrily Come bright butterfly close to me. Your beautiful wings I should like to see. You fly like a bird, you sip like a bee, but you're really a flower on the wind set free. Look high and low and you will see, the butterfly is not alone in this meadow. Hop, said the grasshopper, ³hop, hop, hop! The summer is coming and I can¹t stop. All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a honey bee...² Hum, said the honey bee, ³hum, hum, hum! Fresh sweet clover field here I come! All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a squirrel now...² Scurry, said the squirrel and waved her tail like a little brown ship with a furry furry sail. All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a rabbit now...² Jump, said the rabbit with a jump, jump, jump, I must find a fat lettuce to make me plump! All winter long I lay asleep, and the winter seemed it would never, never end, but an April raindrop fell on my nose, and woke me up from my repose, and now it's time to have a little peek, and see if I can find a little friend. Here comes a grasshopper... * * * * * * * * VERSE: WALKING: I see across the meadow is a farmer working, sturdy and strong, with his sack of seeds he strides along; Let's go work with him in the field today. It's time to sow our seed. * * * * * * * * SONG: WALKING: Heigh ho, heigh ho, the farmer doth sow. Heigh ho, heigh ho, the farmer doth sow. The birds are a singing, the little seeds springing, Heigh ho, heigh ho, the farmer doth sow Little brown seeds so small and round, Are sleeping quietly underground. Down come the raindrops sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle. Out comes the rainbow, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle. Little brown seeds way down below, Up through the earth they grow, grow, grow. Little green leaves come one by one. They hold up their heads and look at the sun. * * * * * * * * SONG: WALKING: Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow, Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow, Can you or I or anyone know How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow? First the farmer sows his seed, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: Next the farmer waters the seed, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: Next the farmer hoes the weeds, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: Last the farmer harvests his seed, Stands erect and takes his ease, He stamps his foot and claps his hands, And turns around to view his lands. Chorus: * * * * * * * * SONGS FOR MAY FAIRE_ MAY POLE DANCE SONG: SKIPPING: Sing a song of May Day, Hi dee ho dee hay! Showers of flowers from breezy bowers, Hi dee ho dee hay! Dancers and prancers in high grass Hi dee ho dee hay! Joyfully skip each lad and lassie, Hi dee ho dee hay! SONG: WALKING_ SKIPPING Here we go round the May Pole high, The May Pole high The May Pole high Here we go round the May Pole high, Let coloured ribbons fly! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We're dancing, we're dancing around the Maypole high. In colours of the rainbow our ribbons do fly. Dear children take a ribbon please today May flowers all are we. Around, around, around, a garland we do weave. Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la la. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me please. Tra la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, Tra la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me. Hi diddle de, hi diddle de, come join me, come join me please. Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la, tra la la la. We thank you dear Maypole. (bow) We thank you dear Maypole. (curtsy) * * * * * * * * FINGERPLAYS: Five little peas in a pea pod pressed. One grew, two grew, and so did all the rest. They grew and they grew and they did not stop, until one day, the pod went POP! * * * * * * * * This is my wee garden plot. I'll rake it with care and it will grow a lot! Peas and carrots and salad from seeds. I'll plant and water and pull out the weeds. The sun will shine and bathe my garden in light, all the plants will be happy and taste just right. Here, try some, have a bite! * * * * * * * Have you ever seen a rainbow On a sunny springtime day, After it's been raining In the misty month of May? Out from the clouds it will appear, And then it's gone away. Have you ever seen a rainbow On a sunny springtime day? * * * * * * * * Spring is here, said the bumble bee How do you know, said the old oak tree I see yellow daffodils Dancing with the fairies on the windy hills. Spring is coming spring is coming flowers are waking too daisies, lilies, daffodillies all are breaking through! All are breaking through! * * * * * * * * Cherry Blossoms Little cherry blossom buds Closed up oh, so tight! See them bursting into bloom, Colored pink and white. Along comes the spring breeze, Blowing all around, And down fall the petals, Twirling to the ground. * * * * * * * * Here we go, to and fro, over the rainbow bridge we go. Treading softly, treading slow, over the rainbow bridge we go. Gathering light from sun and star, gathering light from heaven afar, Down to earth all things to greet, sharing the light with all we meet. Here we go, to and fro, over the rainbow bridge we go. Treading softly, treading slow, over the rainbow bridge we go. * * * * * * * * * * Come golden butterfly, close to me, Your beautiful golden wings, I should like to see. You fly like a bird, you sip like a bee, But you're really a flower the wind has set free. * * * * * * * * * * Two little clouds one summer's day Went flying through the sky. They went so fast they bumped their heads, And both began to cry. Old Father Sun looked out and said, Oh, never mind my dears, I'll send my little fairy folk To dry your falling tears. One fairy came in violet, And one in indigo, In blue, green, yellow, orange, red, They made a pretty row. They wiped the clouds tears all away, And then out from the sky, Upon a line the sunbeams made, They hung their gowns to dry.
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3/2/2014 0 Comments CandlemasCandlemas "Candle candle burning bright, Winter's halfway done tonight, With a-glowing we are knowing, Spring will come again." "Jack Frost was in the garden, I saw him there at dawn, A’ dancing round the bushes, And prancing on the lawn. He wore a cloak of silver, A hat all shimmering white, A wand of glittering star-dust, And shoes of moonbeam light." --Based upon the poem by John P. Smeeton. In the Winter Garden In our Winter garden, seeds lie warm below, flowers are waiting, waiting, waiting for the Spring to show SNOWDROP SONG and STORY Snowdrop Snowdrop little drops of snow What do you do when the cold wind blows I hang my little head and say cold wind cold wind go away Snowdrop snowdrop dressed in green and white What do you do when the sun shines bright? I raise my little head and say Ding-a-ling Ding-a-ling here comes Spring! The Snow Drop By Hans Christian Andersen (Adapted) The snow lay deep, for it was winter time. The winter winds blew cold, but there was one house where all was snug and warm. And in the house lay a little flower - in its bulb it lay, under the earth and the snow. One day the rain fell and it trickled through the ice and snow down into the ground. And presently a sunbeam, pointed and slender, pierced down through the earth, and tapped on the bulb. "Come in," said the flower. "I can't do that," said the sunbeam - "I'm not strong enough to lift the latch. I shall be stronger when springtime comes." "When will it be spring?" asked the flower of every little sunbeam that rapped on its door. But for a long time it was winter. The ground was still covered with snow, and every night there was ice in the water. The flower grew quite tired of waiting. "How long it is!" it said. "I feel quite cramped. I must stretch myself and rise up a little. I must lift the latch, and look out, and say 'good morning' to the spring." So the flower pushed and pushed. The walls were softened by the rain and warmed by the little sunbeams, so the flower shot up from under the snow, with a pale green bud on its stalk and some long narrow leaves on either side. It was biting cold. "You are a little too early," said the wind and the weather - but every sunbeam sang, "Welcome," and the flower raised its head from the snow and unfolded itself - pure and white, and decked with green stripes. It was weather to freeze it to pieces - such a delicate little flower, but it was stronger than any one knew. It stood in its white dress in the white snow, bowing its head when the snowflakes fell, and raising it again to smile at the sunbeams, and every day it grew sweeter. "Oh!" shouted the children, as they ran into the garden, "see the snowdrop! There it stands so pretty, so beautiful - the first, the only one!" PANCAKE DAY! Mix a pancake, Stir a pancake, Pop it in the pan; Fry the pancake, Toss the pancake, Catch it if you can. Winter to Spring transitional poem (could be used as part of a circle time story, with props): "There came a knock at the outer door; 'Who’s there?' King Winter cried; “Open your palace gates,” said Spring. “For you can reign no more as King, No longer here abide; This message from the sun I bring, “The trees are green, the birds do sing; The hills with joy are echoing: So pray, Sir—step outside!” Spring Circle for little children A collection of verses and songs for ring time; this one we can start to share with children from after February half term holidays, so, from March to May, roughly! Spring is coming, spring is coming: birdies build yournest! Weave together straw and feather, doing each your best! Spring is coming, spring is coming: flowers are coming too, Pansies, lilies, daffodillies, All are coming through! Spring is coming, spring is coming, All around is fair! Shimmer, quiver on the river Joy is everywhere! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wake up, wake up, all you little children, Sunlight, sky bright, Spring is coming now Gusty March winds blowing Daffodils a blowing, Birds sing, bells ring, There’s blossom on the bough. ~~~ Piper, piper , play your happy music! Singing, singing, we will follow on. Dancing through the daytime Lead us to the May time Ding-dong-Spring song, Winter ‘s past and gone! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In and out the dusty bluebells, In and out the dusty bluebells, Who will be my partner? Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. You will be my partner. Or: Pit-a-pat on your shoulder…different version! Sleepy Bunnies See the little bunnies sleeping ‘till is nearly noon… Shall we wake them with a merry tune? Oh so sweet- Are they ill? Wake up soon! Hop little bunnies, hop, hop, hop, Hop little bunnies hop,hop, hop ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finger rhyme Ten little fairies stand up straight Ten little fairies make a gate Ten little fairies bow to the King Ten little fairies make a ring Ten little fairies dance and play Ten little fairies fly away ( hide away) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daffodilly down came to town With her yellow bonnet and her green gown! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Crocus, crocus , open up - Catch a Sunbeam in your cup! ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The silver raindrops patter upon the earth today Tip tap, their knock is gentle and this is what they say “Awake now little flowers and open wide your door, Put on your rainbow dresses as Spring is here once more! The Fairy Ring Let us dance and let us sing, Dancing in a merry ring, We’ll be fairies on the green Sporting round the fairy queen. Like the seasons of the year Round we circle in a sphere. I’ll be summer, you be spring, Dancing in a fairy ring. Spring and summer glide away, Autumn comes with tresses gay. Winter hand in hand with spring Dancing in a fairy ring. Faster, faster, round we go, While our cheeks with roses glow, Free as birds upon the wing Dancing in a fairy ring! ~Anonymous Ring time verses and songs (scroll down) http://susannah-moonchild.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/autumn-fever.html 26/12/2013 0 Comments Spring term resourcesWe three Kings
We three Kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy Perfect Light Born a King on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, ceasing never Over us all to reign O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a Deity nigh Prayer and praising, all men raising Worship Him, God most high O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes of life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Glorious now behold Him arise King and God and Sacrifice Alleluia, Alleluia Earth to heav'n replies O Star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to Thy perfect light Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveller in the dark,-- Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Story of Babouska Long ago, an old woman named Babushka lived in a tiny cottage far from the city. One snowy evening, just as she was preparing her meal, Babushka heard a knock at the door. She opened it to find three men standing before her. From their rich clothing and fine features, Babushka guessed that they were men of learning who had traveled from far away in the East. They were shivering in the cold, and little slivers of ice hung from their beards. In their arms they each carried packages, and these were dusted with snow. "Oh my," Babushka said, "you must be freezing out there. Please come in and warm yourselves by my fire." The three wise men bowed in thanks and followed the woman into her cottage. "Forgive us," one of the men said, "but we have been walking for a long, long time. Tonight our journey ends, for we are going to the place where the King of Kings will be born this very night. We are bringing Him gifts, and we wish only to stop for a while to warm ourselves." "Of course," Babushka said, "but you must eat something. I have prepared a nice hot soup. Please join me." She set a table for the four of them, filling bowls with steaming soup, placing crusty bread in the center. They sat down at the table to eat, and the men told Babushka of the joyous birth of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, about to occur. "We are waiting for the brightest star to rise," they said, "for we will follow its path. The star will guide us to the place where the King of Kings is to be born this very night." "How I wish I could join you and bring a gift myself," Babushka sighed. "Come with us, then," the men said heartily. "The King of Kings will welcome you, but we must be on our way soon. Will you come?" Babushka looked around and frowned. "I cannot leave just now," she said. "I must clean the house and prepare myself, but I will come as soon as I am ready." With that she bade the men farewell and watched from the cottage door as they set off, following the starlight's path. She waved until she could no longer see them. Inside, Babushka washed the dishes, swept the floor, dusted and tidied the cottage. She bathed and dressed in her finest clothes, and then, looking around, she began to gather gifts to take to the newborn king. Babushka was a poor, hardworking woman who owned little, but she managed to gather several small toys, some sweets and tiny candles to take with her. She walked to the door, tightly wrapped her coat and scarf around her to keep out the cold, and set off. Babushka looked up at the sky, searching for the star that would lead her to the birthplace of the King of Kings. "Oh my," she said, for no matter where she looked, she could not find the star. She had washed and scrubbed and readied herself for a long time, and as she worked, the stars had moved across the sky. Babushka tried one road. She walked for a while, but eventually she realized she must have taken the wrong turn. She tried a different road, and then another, and another, always searching the sky for the star the wise men had followed. People say Babushka never did find the right road, and that she is wandering still. And every year, at Christmastime, the children run downstairs to search for the gifts Babushka has left for them as she travels the world, searching for the King of Kings. In every house where a small child lives, the people say, Babushka leaves a gift in honor of each and every child and Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who was born on Christmas Day. A gift of Light A gift of light I thankfully hold And pass to my neighbor Its shining gold That everyone may Feel its glow, Receiving and giving May love and grow. When all our brothers Have lit their light No more shall continue The darkness of night: But joyful all men The message shall hear: "The Christ draws near!" Winds through the olive trees, Softly did blow Round litle Bethlehem, Long, long ago. Sheep on the hillside lay whiter than snow, Shepherds were watching them Long, long ago. Then from the happy skies Angels bent low, Singing thier songs of joy Long, long ago. For in a manger bed Cradled we know, Christ came to Bethlehem Long, long ago. Over stars is Mary wandering; In her mantle's flowing folds, Radiant threads of starlight woven For her little child she holds. Throngs of stars behold her passing, All the sky is filled with light With her hands she weaves and gathers Blessings for the Christmas night. The Christmas tree, against the night Beyond the window bars, Stood bright with flames of candlelight Before a sky of stars. I stood and stared, till suddenly It seemed to me that I Saw stars alight upon the tree And candles in the sky! -Isabel Wyatt Why do the bells of Christmas ring? Why do the little children sing? Once a lovely shining star Seen by shepherds from afar Gently moved until its light Made a manger's cradle bright. There a little baby lay Pillowed soft upon the hay And its mother sang and smiled This is Christ, the holy child. Therefore bells of Christmas ring Therefore little children sing. -E. Field Deep sleeps the Winter "Deep sleeps the winter! Spring is far away... Fair maids of February Stand in the snow." Little snowflakes See the little snowflakes Falling from the sky, On the hills and housetops, Soft and thick they lie. On the window ledges, On the branches bare; See how fast they gather, Filling all the air! This is my trunk, I’m a tall tall tree This is my trunk, I’m a tall tall tree In winter snowflakes fall on me. They glisten...they glisten! Candlemas "Candle candle burning bright, Winter's halfway done tonight, With a-glowing we are knowing, Spring will come again." "Jack Frost was in the garden, I saw him there at dawn, A’ dancing round the bushes, And prancing on the lawn. He wore a cloak of silver, A hat all shimmering white, A wand of glittering star-dust, And shoes of moonbeam light." --Based upon the poem by John P. Smeeton. In the Winter Garden In our Winter garden, seeds lie warm below, flowers are waiting, waiting, waiting for the Spring to show SNOWDROP SONG and STORY Snowdrop Snowdrop little drops of snow What do you do when the cold wind blows I hang my little head and say cold wind cold wind go away Snowdrop snowdrop dressed in green and white What do you do when the sun shines bright? I raise my little head and say Ding-a-ling Ding-a-ling here comes Spring! The Snow Drop By Hans Christian Andersen (Adapted) The snow lay deep, for it was winter time. The winter winds blew cold, but there was one house where all was snug and warm. And in the house lay a little flower - in its bulb it lay, under the earth and the snow. One day the rain fell and it trickled through the ice and snow down into the ground. And presently a sunbeam, pointed and slender, pierced down through the earth, and tapped on the bulb. "Come in," said the flower. "I can't do that," said the sunbeam - "I'm not strong enough to lift the latch. I shall be stronger when springtime comes." "When will it be spring?" asked the flower of every little sunbeam that rapped on its door. But for a long time it was winter. The ground was still covered with snow, and every night there was ice in the water. The flower grew quite tired of waiting. "How long it is!" it said. "I feel quite cramped. I must stretch myself and rise up a little. I must lift the latch, and look out, and say 'good morning' to the spring." So the flower pushed and pushed. The walls were softened by the rain and warmed by the little sunbeams, so the flower shot up from under the snow, with a pale green bud on its stalk and some long narrow leaves on either side. It was biting cold. "You are a little too early," said the wind and the weather - but every sunbeam sang, "Welcome," and the flower raised its head from the snow and unfolded itself - pure and white, and decked with green stripes. It was weather to freeze it to pieces - such a delicate little flower, but it was stronger than any one knew. It stood in its white dress in the white snow, bowing its head when the snowflakes fell, and raising it again to smile at the sunbeams, and every day it grew sweeter. "Oh!" shouted the children, as they ran into the garden, "see the snowdrop! There it stands so pretty, so beautiful - the first, the only one!" PANCAKE DAY! Mix a pancake, Stir a pancake, Pop it in the pan; Fry the pancake, Toss the pancake, Catch it if you can. Winter to Spring transitional poem (could be used as part of a circle time story, with props): "There came a knock at the outer door; 'Who’s there?' King Winter cried; “Open your palace gates,” said Spring. “For you can reign no more as King, No longer here abide; This message from the sun I bring, “The trees are green, the birds do sing; The hills with joy are echoing: So pray, Sir—step outside!” Spring Circle for little children A collection of verses and songs for ring time; this one we can start to share with children from after February half term holidays, so, from March to May, roughly! Spring is coming, spring is coming: birdies build yournest! Weave together straw and feather, doing each your best! Spring is coming, spring is coming: flowers are coming too, Pansies, lilies, daffodillies, All are coming through! Spring is coming, spring is coming, All around is fair! Shimmer, quiver on the river Joy is everywhere! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wake up, wake up, all you little children, Sunlight, sky bright, Spring is coming now Gusty March winds blowing Daffodils a blowing, Birds sing, bells ring, There’s blossom on the bough. ~~~ Piper, piper , play your happy music! Singing, singing, we will follow on. Dancing through the daytime Lead us to the May time Ding-dong-Spring song, Winter ‘s past and gone! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In and out the dusty bluebells, In and out the dusty bluebells, Who will be my partner? Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. Tippy-tappy tippy-tappy On my shoulder.............. You will be my partner. Or: Pit-a-pat on your shoulder…different version! Sleepy Bunnies See the little bunnies sleeping ‘till is nearly noon… Shall we wake them with a merry tune? Oh so sweet- Are they ill? Wake up soon! Hop little bunnies, hop, hop, hop, Hop little bunnies hop,hop, hop ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finger rhyme Ten little fairies stand up straight Ten little fairies make a gate Ten little fairies bow to the King Ten little fairies make a ring Ten little fairies dance and play Ten little fairies fly away ( hide away) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daffodilly down came to town With her yellow bonnet and her green gown! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Crocus, crocus , open up - Catch a Sunbeam in your cup! ~~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The silver raindrops patter upon the earth today Tip tap, their knock is gentle and this is what they say “Awake now little flowers and open wide your door, Put on your rainbow dresses as Spring is here once more! The Fairy Ring Let us dance and let us sing, Dancing in a merry ring, We’ll be fairies on the green Sporting round the fairy queen. Like the seasons of the year Round we circle in a sphere. I’ll be summer, you be spring, Dancing in a fairy ring. Spring and summer glide away, Autumn comes with tresses gay. Winter hand in hand with spring Dancing in a fairy ring. Faster, faster, round we go, While our cheeks with roses glow, Free as birds upon the wing Dancing in a fairy ring! ~Anonymous I would like to share with you a circle I used to do in Kindergarten, I personally re- adapted some bits and It might have been slightly different...enjoy it with your children. A Martinmas Circle When Mary goes walking The autumn winds blow The poplars they curtsey The larches bend low; The oaks and the beeches Their gold they fling down To make her a carpet To make her a crown. Lying in the meadow grass And gazing at the autumn sky, “Dear Father Sun,” said George out loud, “It will be winter by and by.” “The nights will be long, dark, and cold. Jack Frost will freeze the ground. How shall I find the light With so much darkness all around?” Said Father Sun, “I’ll give you from my Last autumn rays, a spark, If you will make a little house To hold it in the dark.” With paper, paint, some windows And a candle it was done! George came out and held his lantern Up to Father Sun. Suddenly the windows lit, The spark was dancing bright. Carefully, George carried home His lantern in the twilight. (Then we sing some lantern songs): The sunlight fast is dwindling. My little lamp needs kindling. It’s beam shines far in darkest night, Dear lantern guard me with your light. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My lantern, my lantern, shining near and far, shining like a moon, shining like a sun, shining like a silver star. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Glimmer lantern glimmer, little stars a-shimmer. over meadow, moore and dale, flitter flatter elfin vale, pee-wit, pee-wit, tick-a-tick-a-tick, roo- coo, roo- coo (Then, spoken verse) My lantern, my lantern, Sun and moon and starlight. In the darkened heaven high Shine no stars within the sky. Darkened is the path this night With no moon or star as light. My lantern, my lantern, Sun and moon and starlight, Friendly little lantern bright, Be my sun and shield this night. Be my moon and sun so high. No light is in the sky. (And, finally), I go with my bright little lantern My lantern is going with me. In heaven the stars are shining, On earth shines my lantern with me, The cock does crow, the cat miaows Lantern shines, la bimba- labamba-labim (then, after we walked in a circle carrying our pretend lanterns we put the lanterns down in the middle of the cirlce) There over the light are stars, Here under the light are we. My light is out, We’re going home, Rabimmel, rabammel, rum! (then, pretending to ride a horse) St. Martin, St. Martin, St. Martin Rode through wind and snow, His horse carried him so quick-ly on In comfort and warmth through the cold he did go His thick cloak around him tight-ly drawn. In the cold snow, in the cold snow, in the cold snow There sat a poor old man He wore only rags and called with choked breath, “Oh help me please – please if you can Or the bitter frost will mean my death.” St. Martin, St. Martin, St. Martin Reined his horse to his side It stood quietly by as if it knew How with his sword, St. Martin would divide (we do the action of sword cutting cloack in two) His warm, thick cloak right in-to two. St. Martin, St. Martin, Gave one half to the man to put on The grateful man turned, but before he spoke Noble St. Martin had already gone Wearing his half of the div-id-ed cloak. (I give a 'cloak'- a silk scarf- to each child, then slowly and quietly walk to the snack table where the assistant carefuly placed bread rolls on the table which are to be cut in half and shared and eaten with a bowl of soup, on the actual festival day) PS some parents asked me about the story and I think it is more suitable for 6 years olds + x Susannah More verses for us leaders, parents and anyone wishing to sing to their dearest children: http://www.comefollowme.org/Music/Lyrics%20CFM%20V.%201.pdf 13/9/2013 0 Comments Autumn comes...Autumn comes, the summer is past, winter will come too soon, Star will shine clearer, skies seem nearer Under the Harvest Moon Autumn comes, so let us be glad, singing an autumn tune Hearts will be lighter, skies seem brighter Under a Harvest Moon http://thepeacocks.bandcamp.com/track/under-the-harvest-moon This link will take you to this amazing song, I have found a nice version, I hope you like it as much as I do! 7/9/2013 0 Comments Autumn term resourcesAutumn term: for homeschoolers and Waldorf parents and anyone else with children
Summer goodbye, Autumn is here! The mood is a celebration of nature and its abundance with the harvest and our reverence for Mother Earth. Leaves are falling and the wind is cooler… Leaves on the ground are turning, Yellow, brown and red. Smoke from the bonfire burning, Climbing overhead. Here comes Autumn to bring the mist and rain. Summer has gone for another year, Autumn's here again. Sunflower fairies with her seed children and the mushroom children and the pumpkin fairies….Brother Wind and Sister Rain, blowing cooler winds and washing all the apples…Leaves are dancing in the wind…Mother Earth is full of colour. Autumn is here, soon the nights will be cooler. Blackberries in the hedgerows and leaves red and gold. Involve the children picking conkers, cones and leaves to bring for a nature table. Each parent has a different repertoire of rhymes and songs which are seasonal; we are sure you know plenty too! The subjects are wind, leaves, apples, rain, etc… and they can be found in various books but our favorites are ‘’the Singing Year’ by Candy Verney and ‘’Autumn’’ by Wynstones press. Here are a few songs and rhymes from a selection of various resources. Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater, Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had a wife but could not keep her. He put her in a pumpkin shell, And there he kept her very well. Falling leaves All the leaves are falling down, Orange, yellow, red and brown. Falling softly as they do, Over me and over you. All the leaves are falling down, Orange, yellow, red and brown. Father sky, Father sky Widely loving blue and high Mother Earth, your warming glow Makes the seeds and apples grow A farmer once planted some brown pumpkin seeds, With a pit-a pat, pit-a-pat… He watered them often and pulled out the weeds, With a tug- tug at this , a tug-tug at that… The pumpkins grew big, and orange and round, Their green leaves growing all over the ground. And when they were ready that farmer did make Riddle-dum-die…delicious pumpkin pie! Sally goes round the sun Sally goes round the moon Sally goes round the pumpkin patch On a Saturday afternoon. A blessing For the golden corn and the apples on the tree For the golden butter and the honey in my tea For fruit and nuts and berries That grow along the way For birds and bees and flowers We give thanks every day This one is for the grown ups! To Autumn John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Time to prepare all the jars for a chutney-jam-preserve making session! 7/9/2013 0 Comments Sweet SeptemberSweet September
Sweet September, golden sky, the acorns falling on to the ground, fresh winds, cooler mornings; a lovely warmth inside my heart when I see all the leaves turning yellow, red and brown... Autumn gardens, Apple trees, Pears and Plums, Grapes and Squashes...crumbles baking, sweet smelling home! Grinding Flour, making dough, baking Bread, cooking Soup...The Harvest Time is a Happy Time. Autumn in my Heart listen and watch this video played often in Asia for the Harvest Moon Festival http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4ZDFwFxchQ&feature=related 7/9/2013 0 Comments Storytime: The Three ApplesThe Three Apples
The old apple tree stood in the orchard with the other trees, and all summer long it had stretched out its branches wide to catch the rain and the sun to make its apples grow round and ripe. Now it was fall, and on the old apple tree were three great apples as yellow as gold and larger than any other apples in the whole orchard. The apple tree stretched and reached as far as it could, until the branch on which the three gold apples grew hung over the orchard wall. There were the three great apples, waiting for some one to pick them, and as the wind blew through the leaves of the apple tree it seemed to sing: "Here in the orchard are apples three, Who uses one well shall a treasure see." And one morning Gerald came down the lane that passed by the orchard wall. He looked longingly at the three gold apples, wishing, wishing that he might have one. Just then the wind sang its song again in the leaves of the apple tree and, plump, down to the ground, right at Gerald's feet, fell one of the three gold apples.He picked it up and turned it round and round in his hands. How sweet it smelled, and how mellow and juicy it was! Gerald could think of nothing so good to do with such a beautiful ripe apple as to eat it. He put it to his mouth and took a great bite of it, then another bite, and another. Soon there was nothing left of the apple but the core, which Gerald threw away. He smacked his lips and went on his way, but the wind in the apple trees sang, sorrowfully, after him: "Here in the orchard are apples two, But gone is the treasure that fell for you." And after a while Hilda came down the lane that passed by the orchard wall. She looked up at the two beautiful gold apples that hung on the branch of the old apple tree, and she listened to the wind as it sang in the branches to her: "Here in the orchard are apples two, A treasure they hold for a child like you." Then the wind blew harder and, plump, an apple fell in the lane right in front of Hilda.She picked it up joyfully. She had never seen so large and so golden an apple. She held it carefully in her clasped hands and thought what a pity it would be to eat it, because then it would be gone. "I will keep this gold apple always," Hilda said, and she wrapped it up in the clean handkerchief that was in her pocket. Then Hilda went home, and there she laid away in a drawer the gold apple that the old apple tree had given her, closing the drawer tightly. The apple lay inside, in the dark, and all wrapped up, for many days, until it spoiled. And when Hilda next went down the lane and past the orchard, the wind in the apple tree sang to her: "Only one apple where once there were two, Gone is the treasure I gave to you." Last of all, Rudolph went down the lane one fine fall morning when the sun was shining warm and the wind was out. There, hanging over the orchard wall, he saw just one great gold apple that seemed to him the most beautiful apple that he had ever seen. As he stood looking up at it, the wind in the apple tree sang to him, and it said: "Round and gold on the apple tree, A wonderful treasure, hanging, see!" Then the wind blew harder, and down fell the last gold apple of the three into Rudolph's waiting hands. He held it a long time and looked at it as Gerald and Hilda had, thinking how good it would be to eat, and how pretty it would be to look at if he were to save it. Then he decided not to do either of these things. He took his jack-knife out of his pocket and cut the gold apple in half, straight across, and exactly in the middle between the blossom and the stem. Oh, the surprise that waited for Rudolph inside the apple! There was a star, and in each point of the star lay a small black seed. Rudolph carefully took out all the seeds and climbed over the orchard wall, holding them in his hand. The earth in the orchard was still soft, for the frost had not yet come. Rudolph made holes in the earth and in each hole he dropped an apple seed. Then he covered up the seeds and climbed back over the wall to eat his apple, and then go on his way.But as Rudolph walked down the lane, the orchard wind followed him, singing to him from every tree and bush, "A planted seed is a treasure won. The work of the apple is now well done." 7/9/2013 0 Comments Autumn resourcesA lovely story for this time of the year I like to share with you.
The Little Seed’s Journey Once there was a lovely green meadow high up in the distant mountains. In summer the meadow was filled with every kind of beautiful flower—yellow and white daisies, blue cornflowers, purple lupines, orange and red paintbrushes, and pink and white wild orchids. This meadow was filled with abundant life! The fairies came to play and dance day and night. Allkinds of birds, big and little, swooped over and through the trees, singing all manner of songs. Butterflies and bees visited the flowers every day and chased the golden sunbeams dancing through the meadow. In the midst of this field of flowers there stood alone sunflower. She had grown from a seed spilled by a young boy early in the springtime while he hiked through the meadow with his family. The sunflower was by far the tallest flower in the meadow! Baby seeds were just starting to grow inside her blossom, but they were still sleeping. One day, towards the end of summer, the bees came visiting. On the back of every bee there rode a fire fairy, sending warm light all around. On this day one especially fuzzy bee flew atop the sunflower and sat down quietly. The fire fairy on that bee was wearing a fiery red dress and she glowed with a sparkling halo. She stepped down onto the sunflower’s yellow petal and bowed very gracefully, as fairies always do. She noticed that one of the little seeds was waking up, standing very straight and tall. She bowed to the little seed and her halo sparkled all over her. The little seed had never seen a fire- fairy before, let alone a fairy bowing to him, but he was sure that he should bow to her too and so he did. He bowed so far down that his head touched the very tips of his feet and he thought he might fall over! The fairy spoke to the seed. “On this day I have brought you a special gift. I have made this gift especially for you. You will need it very soon, for soon you are going on a very long journey.” The seed stood up even straighter—even though he did not know what it meant to go on a long journey. The fairy had wrapped her present in the finest of silks, one for every colour of the rainbow. Since the seed was still quite young, the fairy unwrapped the silks to show him what was inside. What a wondrous sight he did behold! Underneath the silk wrapping there glowed the most radiant golden blanket! It was woven of golden threads filled with light from the stars, moon and sun. The seed was filled with wonder and said, ever so respectfully, “Oh, thank you dear fairy for this beautiful gift,” and bowed his head down to his toes. Then the fire fairy bowed to the seed, climbed back on the fuzzy bee and they flew away. The sunflower told the little seed of the great long journey he would be taking one day when Brother Wind began to blow his cold winds across the land. Mother Earth was very busy deep down underground. She was making tiny beds to welcome all the seeds for winter, for flower seeds are oh so tender and do not like the cold. Soon Brother Wind would blow his gusty winds through the meadow, and then the little seeds would pack their bags and travel the long path down to Mother Earth’s underground garden. Brother Wind began to blow his cold breath through the land. All the little seeds packed their bags and started down the steps to find the land where Mother Earth was waiting for them. The little seed went with them. He carried his golden blanket wrapped in the fairy’s rainbow silks. He walked and walked. Soon he found the door to a long, dark tunnel. A friendly gnome working there told him that this was the way to go. As the little seed made his way through the tunnel he saw many gnomes inside. They were hacking and cracking the rocks and the stones, finding sparkling crystals and beautiful shining ores. It seemed that the gnomes never slept, they just kept working all the time! They scooted the little seed along his way whenever he felt drowsy, and so he kept on going through the long tunnel. Then he came to the end of the tunnel and there was Mother Earth waiting for him. She had lit some fires in fire rings to keep her land underground toasty warm. The little seed loved this warm and cosy world. Mother Earth showed him to the little bed she had made especially for him and helped him settle into it. For he and all the other seeds were going to sleep a very long time while Old King Winter stormed about in the meadow high above. So the little seed carefully unwrapped his golden blanket from the layers of rainbow silk that were wrapped around it. Then he snuggled up into his bed. Mother Earth tucked his golden blanket carefully around him so that he would be toasty warm. Then she sang the sweetest lullaby he had ever heard. Soon he was fast asleep. High above, King Winter reigned supreme. He blew his icy winds hither and yon and sent his frost boys and snowflake girls dancing all around. The grasses were frozen stiff; long icicles hung from the branches of the trees; not one bird, flower, butterfly or bee was anywhere to be seen. The little seed lay peacefully in his warm winter bed, wrapped in the sparkling warmth of his golden blanket and tended oh so lovingly by Mother Earth. He dreamed of flower meadows, sunny days, fairy dances and bird songs. Mother Earth hummed sweet lullabies as the little seed slept snuggled in his bed. And the little seed’s golden blanket shone with the light of heaven all winter long. Deep Mid-Winter drawing near, Darkness in our Garden here - - One small flame yet bravely burns To show a path which ever turns. Earth, please bear us as we go, Seeking Light to send a-glow: Branches green and moss and fern, Mark our path to trace each turn. Brother animals, teach us too To serve with patience as you do. We walk with candle toward the Light While Earth awaits with hope so bright: In the Light which finds new birth Love may spread o'er all the Earth. Deep Mid-Winter drawing near - - May Light arise in our Garden here. 7/9/2013 0 Comments Michaelmas is coming!Michaelmas is Coming!Posted on September 6, 2009 by Carriehttp://theparentingpassageway.com/2009/09/06/michaelmas-is-coming/
Michaelmas has long turned into one of my very favorite holidays!! If this festival is new or unfamiliar to you, please read on about this day. September 29th is the special day! Michaelmas is an autumn festival that to me really opens up the season for the awakening of our souls as the weather gets colder, the light recedes, and we look toward strengthening our own inner reserves, our own inner strength. I LOVE this time of year! After the expansiveness of summer (which I personally often find exhausting, LOL), I am so happy to have the cooler weather return and to be more meditative and inward. Michaelmas, as you can probably guess, is named for Saint Michael. Michael was one of the four archangels, and is the angel who threw Lucifer out of Heaven. He is the Angel of Courage, the Angel of the Fight Against Evil. Take courage for the long, cold winter from Saint Michael! Saint Michael usually is painted as riding a white steer, carrying a heavenly sword, and slaying a dragon. Sometimes he is portrayed as carrying scales, because he also has the task of weighing the souls of men. The Wikipedia definition cites where Michael fits into Christianity, Islam and the Jewish religions (and more,) here: “Michael (Hebrew: מִיכָאֵל, Micha’el or Mîkhā’ēl; Greek: Μιχαήλ, Mikhaḗl; Latin: Michael or Míchaël; Arabic: میکائیل, Mikā’īl) is an archangel in Jewish, Christian and Islamic tradition. He is viewed as the field commander of the Army of God. He is mentioned by name in theBook of Daniel,[1] the Book of Jude[2] and the Book of Revelation.[3] In the book of Daniel, Michael appears as “one of the chief princes”[1] who in Daniel‘s vision comes to the angelGabriel‘s aid in his contest with the angel of Persia (Dobiel), and is also described there as the advocate of Israel and “great prince who stands up for the children of your [Daniel's] people”.[4] The Talmudic tradition rendered Michael’s name as meaning “who is like El?”, – so Michael could consequently mean “One who is like God.” But its being a question is alternatively understood as a rhetorical question, implying that no one is like God.” If you would like to read more, here is the link to the full entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_%28archangel%29 There are all sorts of things one can look at for this time to celebrate. We would never explain to small children all I just wrote about Saint Michael, the joy of the festivals with a small child is the DOING, not the explaining! Some ways to celebrate and lead up to the festival:
Use this time for your own inner work, what do you need to strengthen? What resolve will you need as you head into fall? Much love, Carrie |
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