Popular poems about the autumn harvest
Autumn decorates the squares with colorful foliage. Autumn feeds the birds, animals and you and me with a harvest. And in the gardens, and in the vegetable garden, And in the forest, and by the water. Nature has prepared all kinds of fruits. The fields are being harvested - People are collecting bread. The mouse drags the grains into the hole so that there will be lunch in the winter. The squirrels dry the roots and the bees store honey. Grandma makes jam and puts apples in the cellar. The harvest has arrived - Collect the gifts of nature! In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather, the harvest will come in handy!
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A cucumber is growing in the garden, So everything will be fine, A new harvest is coming, If you want, collect it. You ask him a question: “What did the cucumber grow for?” And you will get the answer: “For salad and vinaigrette!”
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How wonderful it is to work in the garden on a clear day! A warm ray wanders through the beds, Black soil smells like mint. It smells like sweet ripe plums and potato tops, like white honey above my head. Everything is ripe, everything is ripe - the harvest will be good. There is something for everyone here, don’t be lazy and collect!
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Petro planted parsley, He was a little unlucky. His harvest is not bad, It’s a pity that the peas grew!
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Melons, apples, salad. Fruits are in great demand. Help yourself, don’t yawn - Good harvest today!
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Indian summer has arrived. - What does this word mean? - This means - don’t yawn, harvest your harvest. My friend and I decided to play hide and seek in the garden: “You are a carrot, and I am a beet.” Neighbor Fyokla came up, Sees: the vegetables are great - Whether for salads or as a seasoning, Says: “I’m a zucchini, I have a tight side, I’m good at caviar, in pancakes, Patissons are my brothers, Nice guys too, Overripe - a bit thick . Pumpkin is our relative, He will feed everyone with sweet porridge...” ... We’ll bring tomatoes and cucumbers to mom in a basket, We’ll add sweet pepper to them, It’s already ripe in the garden. Mom and I will prepare eggplants, onions, garlic for future use, and with potatoes and cabbage we will make a very tasty borscht. Beans are good in borscht, and add salt at the end. Well done guys, the harvest is rich.
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Golden, quiet groves and gardens, productive fields, ripe fruits. And you can't see the rainbow, And you can't hear the thunder. The sun goes to bed Earlier every day.
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We once ate delicious tomatoes and wanted to grow the same ones ourselves. In the spring, the seeds were planted in a pot and lightly watered with warm water. Soon sprouts appeared from the ground, and tender leaves opened on them. So our seedlings began to grow, reach for the sun, and gain strength. In the summer we planted seedlings in the garden, the plants bloomed, the fruit sprouted: A tiny, round, funny tomato. Will he really grow red and big? We have grown a lot of red tomatoes, both large and small, and they taste wonderful. It was not in vain that we worked: we watered the plants, weeded out the weeds, and fertilized the soil. We achieved a glorious, rich harvest, Because we all worked together.
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- What will autumn bring us? What will autumn bring us? - Ruddy apples, sweet honey, Ruddy apples, sweet honey! - What will autumn bring us? What will autumn bring us? - The garden is full of different vegetables, The garden is full of different vegetables! - What will autumn bring us? What will autumn bring us? - Golden bread for the whole year, Golden bread for the whole year!
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We have a big vegetable garden, we have a good vegetable garden, so we’ll go there with you, taking our galoshes with us. there our delicious fruits have long ripened: our pears have turned yellow - pick them carefully. The plums are already tired of hanging, they are just asking for you, we watered them in the summer so that they would grow faster. Well, there are so many red apples - one, two, three - you can’t count them, you slowly start collecting them in the basket. You and I picked delicious apples, pears and plums. Our harvest is beautiful, but it’s too early for us to go home. In addition to fruits, there are also beds in our garden - we now open an account for vegetables in order. green cucumber - one, two carrots, three cabbage. for four onions for us, five tomatoes. How smart! we count, collect, replenish the harvest. We fill all the baskets, don’t forget anything. At home, mom will be happy with our fruits and vegetables. she really needs all this for salad and borscht. pears, apples and plums are suitable for compote, and every fruit is also tasty in jam and marmalade. and we’ll chop the cucumber and carrots into the salad, add a little onion and, of course, tomato. We picked a lot of fruits, we collected a lot of vegetables, we can spend the winter and eat up the reserves.
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Our native land is generous with land! I look at the field without blinking. The harvest has grown again, such that dear mother. Such that mother, don’t worry. Across the field, in a double rut, I float, as a buoy floated along the Volga, in the spring, having lost its anchor. The string of my soul is ringing. I stood up in the Russian field without breathing. What a country we have, rich in grain, big. I’m standing in the middle of a field, like a lighthouse, with wheat ears all around. The gopher and the hamster will live, the bird will survive the winter. I keep counting with my mouth open: About 20 centners per hectare. The mole will be healthy and well-fed - The soul is ringing and singing with a guitar! The mouse will not give the oak tree in winter, Which means the fox will live - The soul sings! The reeds are rustling, the wheat is heading in the field. And running speeds up the heart, And with every step the house is getting closer... Frost. Snow crunches like chips. And the skis roll like clockwork.
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Zucchini is my zucchini! Your barrel is golden. You are growing too fast, you drink water very greedily. And carrots are miracles! She let her hair down. Cleverly hides in the ground, And the scythe is visible in the grass. Tomatoes are the children of the sun, Early in the morning at dawn All their heads are raised, They nod cheerfully to the sun Cucumbers lined up in a row for the parade. They crunch so deliciously, I’m glad to see them in salads. In summer everything grows quickly, If the rain is warm. I will collect the harvest and put it in a basket. There are a lot of vitamins in my favorite vegetables!
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The fly said: “This morning Autumn has appeared, and it’s time for everyone to sleep.” But while the sun is shining in the sky, the Fly is buzzing and does not want to sleep. A squirrel collects mushrooms in the forest. Autumn has arrived and is stocking up for winter. And the hamster brought more grain from the field to his hole - a whole cartload. A hare walks through the forest - he has no use for these supplies at all. And he ran into the village, into the garden, where carrots grow in the garden. The turnips are ripe, the cabbage, the beets - autumn has given us everything we need. The apples are ripe in the autumn garden, turning bright red in front of everyone. She brought us her harvest, Our autumn is mushroom time. And the worm in the garden invited everyone to the autumn gala ball.
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The Dawn flared up like a red flame; Fog spreads across the face of the earth; The day flared up with solar fire, picked up the fog Higher than the crown of the mountains; He thickened it into a black cloud; The black cloud frowned, frowned, lost in thought, as if she remembered her homeland... The violent winds will carry her in all directions of the white world. It is armed with Thunder-storm, Fire-lightning, Arc-rainbow; It took up arms, And expanded, And struck, And shed A large tear - A pouring rain On the earthly chest, On the broad one. And the sun looks from the mountain of heaven, The earth has drunk its fill of water; The fields, the gardens, the green ones, the rural people can't get enough of them. The rural people waited for God's mercy with trepidation and prayer; Along with spring, Their cherished peaceful thoughts are awakening. First thought: Pour bread from the bin into bags, remove the cart; And their second thought was: From the village in a tug It’s time to leave. The third thought: As we planned, we prayed to God the Lord. Like light across the field, Everyone dispersed - And went for a walk, One after another, Scattering a handful of bread; And let's plow the Earth with plows, and plow with a crooked plow, and comb out the harrows with teeth. I’ll go and have a look and admire what God has sent for people’s labors: Above the waist, grainy rye is dozing in spikes almost to the ground, like God’s guest, in all directions, smiling at a merry day. The breeze floats through it, shines, and runs away like a golden wave. People in families began to reap, mowing the tall rye to the roots. The sheaves are stacked in dense heaps; From the carts all night Music is hidden. On the threshing floors everywhere, like princes, the stacks sit wide, raising their heads. The sun sees - The harvest is over: It has gone colder towards autumn; But the Villager's candle is burning before the icon of the Mother of God.
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The sun was selling at a fun fair Multi-colored dresses, Bright and bright. Merry people came to the fair. Visited the Whole Garden fair. The cucumber brothers came running before everyone else, choosing their T-shirts and panties. Trying on a tomato red shirt. And the sunflower bought a yellow cap. Carrot fashionistas Got some new clothes. And striped blouses We chose watermelons. And cabbage, just a laugh, I bought the most. And an ant carried her shopping on a cart.
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The Harvest Festival Autumn decorates the squares with colorful foliage. Autumn feeds the birds, animals and you and me with a harvest. And in the gardens, and in the vegetable garden, and in the forest, and by the water, nature has prepared all kinds of fruits. The fields are being harvested - People are collecting bread. The mouse drags the grain into the hole so that there will be lunch in the winter. Squirrels dry roots, Bees store honey. Grandma makes jam and puts apples in the cellar. The harvest has arrived - Collect the gifts of nature! In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather, the harvest will come in handy!
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Indian summer has arrived. -What does this word mean? -This means don’t yawn, harvest your harvest. My friend and I decided to play hide and seek in the garden: -You are a carrot, and I am a beet. Neighbor Fyokla came up, Sees: the vegetables are great - Whether for salads or as a seasoning, Says: “I’m a zucchini, I have a tight side, I’m good at caviar, in pancakes, Patissons are my brothers, Nice guys too, Overripe - a bit thick . Pumpkin is our relative, He will feed everyone with sweet porridge...” ... We’ll bring tomatoes and cucumbers to mom in a basket, We’ll add sweet pepper to them, It’s already ripe in the garden. Mom and I will prepare eggplants, onions, garlic for future use, and with potatoes and cabbage we will make a very tasty borscht. Beans are good in borscht, and add salt at the end. Well done guys, the harvest is rich.
At the fun fair
The sun was selling at a fun fair Multi-colored dresses, Bright and bright. Merry people came to the fair. Visited the Whole Garden fair.
The cucumber brothers came running before everyone else, choosing their T-shirts and panties. Trying on a tomato red shirt. And the sunflower bought a yellow cap. Carrot fashionistas Got some new clothes. And striped blouses We chose watermelons.
And cabbage, just a laugh, I bought the most. And an ant carried her shopping on a cart. (N. Podlesova)
The best poems about the harvest for children
Under the oatmeal chatter of the fields, I will pour myself with hot sweat. Then I’m doubly happy if I work hard enough. There is spaciousness and joy in the soul, a land of happiness untouched... The bread is falling like a golden blizzard. Hello, New Harvest!
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Zina collected the harvest and put it in a basket. Here's a red tomato - a wonderful vegetable, Here's an oval cucumber - a green one, Here's a beautiful carrot - a long braid, Here's a delicious potato - for soup and hash, Here's a large beet - we love to eat it.
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One, two, three, four, Children learned vegetables: Onions, radishes, zucchini, Horseradish, carrots, garlic. Harvest Harvest, harvest! Say goodbye to our summer! So many sweet peas! Cucumbers to choose from, Good to pick from the ridge Large red tomato! Go for a run in the garden - Eat a carrot in passing.
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The harvest has been collected in the bins: Autumn has turned golden with a generous ear, We will bake a honey loaf, We will ask you to come visit us.
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The round side of the apples is blushing, And the birch trees are like something out of a painting, I saved my congratulations for you, After all, today is a holiday: Autumn.
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In the aspen forest the aspen trees are trembling. The wind tears off the scarves from the aspens. He will drop Kerchiefs onto the paths - Autumn will come in the aspen forest.
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If you are not in the mood, If the street is wet, The rain smears the tears On the asphalt and on the glass, If the children do not stick their noses out for a walk, This means that they have lost the Multi-colored umbrella of Autumn.
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I walk, I’m sad alone: Autumn is nearby somewhere. Summer drowned like a yellow leaf in the river. I throw him a circle - my last wreath. Only summer cannot be saved, If the day is autumn.
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The forest is now brighter and quieter, the heights are visible through the branches. Its top, like a roof, was burned by autumn fire. Among the trunks there is a fluffy fog, like smoke billows at dawn, leaves fly off like sparks, and burn out on the ground.
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In a golden carriage, with a playful horse, autumn galloped through the forests and fields. The good sorceress changed everything, decorated the Earth with bright yellow. From the sky, the sleepy month is surprised by a miracle, Everything around sparkles, Everything shimmers.
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If the sky is in gray clouds, then it’s better to stay at home. Don't walk in the rain, we'll wait out the bad weather. Brew some strong tea, drink, read and don’t get bored. What can we do? It's autumn. It's raining, but it's going to be light! Look at the maple crowns - These leaves are for the crown. We will weave wreaths for ourselves, both luxurious and bright. We will be rewarded for humility and patience.
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In a rustling line, birds are flying above us, chasing the sun, to a distant side. They are flying to winter quarters. And in the yard, in the cold, clothespins on a rope, like swallows on a wire.
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Foliage covers the entire ground, Black fields turn red. And in the gray clouds the day is boring, And the poplars surrendered to the wind. And suddenly, out of nowhere, Among the autumn chaos, a snow-white little Bunny carries a piece of winter into the fields.
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The gray day is shorter than the night, The water in the river is cold, Frequent rain wets the ground, The wind whistles in the wires. Leaves fall into puddles, Bread is put away in bins, Houses are insulated before the winter cold arrives.
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The leaves flew away following the flock of birds. I miss red autumn Day after day. The sky is sad, the sun is despondent... It’s a pity that the autumn is not warm for a long time!
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Not a leaf, not a blade of grass! Our garden became quiet. And the birches and aspens stand boring. Only one Christmas tree is cheerful and green. Apparently she's not afraid of the cold, she's obviously brave!
