Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

We have been learning how animals' bodies are covered, how they move, what their limbs are like...and for today we have this beautiful poem.


Jungle Rhyme 




Jungle Rhyme

Monkeys can jump and climb trees
Giraffes are tall and they eat leaves
                                                                            
Parrots are colorful and they can fly
Elephants can’t but would love to try.

Turtles are green and they can swim
Cheetahs can run and they always win

Zebras look like horses but they are black and white
Hippos are big and snore at night. 


Let's explore the jungle!







Gloria Fuertes was born in 1918 in Madrid, Spain, where she lived most of her life. She worked at various office jobs and as a librarian to support her writing.Gloria Fuertes wrote poems, stories and songs for children. 

How to draw a landscape

A landscape has everything
You draw it like this:
some mountains,
a pine tree,
the Sun at the top,
at the botton a road
a cow,
a farmer.
some flowers,
a windmill,
the chicken and a rabbit,
And close by, a lake like a mirrow.
Now you add the colours;
the mountain is brown,
the Sun-star yellow,
the farmer with rosy cheecks,
the pine tree green,
the lake blue
-because it's a mirrow of the sky, like you-
The cow is cow-coloured,
the rabbit is grey, the flowers...
Wathever colours you want
from your paintbox.
Use all the colours!



A walk to the Retiro park can be the right thing to do on a brisk Saturday in the autumn or fall, it is the same. The changing colours in this quiet and peaceful garden is very pleasant. And, as I could see, there are many activities for those that love skating like you do!

Knock, knock
Who's there?

Fall once again.
What do you want?
The freshness of your face.
You can't have it.
I'll take it.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Fall once again.

Adaptation from Tan, tan by Federico García Lorca


Tan, tan.
¿Quién es?

El Otoño otra vez.
¿Qué quiere el Otoño?
El frescor de tu sien.
No te lo quiero dar.
Yo te lo quiero quitar.

Tan, tan.
¿Quién es?
El Otoño otra vez.
                
                   (Federico García Lorca)