“Can You See the Wind Passing by?”
Art by Margaret Tarrant
Can you, can you see the wind passing by?
Can you, can you see the wind passing by?
The leaves dance, the clouds fly,
The windows rattle and the trees cry.
But can you, can you see the wind passing by?
“Here is the Beehive”
Here is the beehive.
Where are the bees ?
Hidden away where nobody sees.
Watch out and you will see them coming out… 1..2..3..4..5..
“Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!”
Art by Bonnie Fete
There came a little girl and she danced and said,
Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!
I love my little rose with her petals so red.
Hey-ho! Let the wind blow!
“The Moon on One Hand”
The moon on one hand.
The sun on the other.
The moon is my sister.
The sun is my brother.
The moon on my left.
The sun on my right.
My brother good morning.
My sister good night.
“Golden is the Garden”
Golden is the garden, Golden is the glen,
Golden, golden, golden, September is here again.
Golden are the tree tops, Golden is the sky,
Golden, golden, golden, September is here again.
“Rose Red is the Evening Sky”
Art by Alphonse Mucha
Rose red is the evening sky.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
Tomorrow may be dull and gray.
Do, do let us go on our evening walk.
uwwwww, uwwwwww. It’s winter. It’s cold.
Busy are all creatures, winter food to hide.
Nests to make cozy, warm and safe inside.
One, two, three, four,
Posting letters
Through our door
Who’s got a letter?
Who are they for?
One’s for Ali
One’s for Sue
One’s for me
And one’s for you!
“Little Mouse”
Round and round the garden goes the little mouse
Up, up, up he creeps up into his house.
“Spring is Coming”
Art by Margaret Tarrant
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,
All around is fair;
Shimmer and quiver on the river.
Joy is everywhere.
“A Bunny Came to Call”
Art by Ohara Koson
A bunny came to call last night.
I did not see him. That is right.
But he was there. Here’s how I know.
He nibbled at my carrot row.
“I have Heard a Mother Bird”
Art by Ohara Boson
I have heard a mother bird
Singing in the rain
Telling all her little ones
Spring has come again.
“We Sing the Song of the Spirit”
We sing the song of the spirit
In one voice, the Music of life
We dance the rhythm of nature
And we drum the beat of our heart
Hear the earth call to you
Feel the air lifting you
See the fire dance for you
Let the water carry you
“The Violet”
~Jane Taylor
Art by Cicely Mary Barker
Down in a green and shady bed
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
No colours bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.
Yet there it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused its sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.
Then let me to the valley go,
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.
“Sweet and Low”
~Alfred Tennyson
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dropping moon and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother’s breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.