A 5 Senses Poem about apples

Apples smell_________.

Apples look_________.

Apples feel_________.

Apples sound________.

Apples taste________.

POEMS ABOUT APPLES:

Five Red Apples

Author Unknown

Five red apples in a grocery store.

Bobby bought one, and then there were 4.

Four red apples on an apple tree.

Susie ate one, and then there were 3.

Three red apples. What did Alice do?

Why she ate one, and then there were 2.

Two red apples ripening in the sun.

Tommy ate one, and now there was one.

One red apple, and now we are done.

I ate the last one and now there are none!

Five Red Apples

(fingerplay)

Author Unknown

Five red apples hanging in tree (Hold up five fingers) The juiciest apples you ever did see.

The wind came by and gave an angry frown (Fingers flutter downward)

And one little apple came tumbling down (One finger falls)

Four red apples, hanging in a tree. . .(Continue with 3,2,1)

Apples, Apples

Author Unknown

Apples juicy, apples round;

On the tree or on the ground.

Apples yellow, apples red;

Apple pie and juice and bread!

Apples crunchy, apples sweet;

Apples are so good to eat!

Falling Apple

Author Unknown

A big red apple on a tree

Starts to fall right down on me.

Thumpity-thud, it hits the ground.

Scattering leaves all around.

I'm glad it didn't hit my head,

But landed in the grass instead.

Apple Tree

by Aileen Fisher

How do apple trees

Know how

To hang the apples

To a bough?

They haven't hands

to glue them on

or nail them on

or screw them on

or pin them on

or saw them on

Who holds them

While they grow on?

I never thought

of it till now

I wonder

did the apple bough?

The Apple Tree

Author Unknown

Way up high in an apple tree

Two little apples

smiled down at me

I shook that tree

as hard as I could

Down came the apples

M-m-m-m they were good.

JOHNNY APPLESEED SONG:

(sung to: "Do you Know the Muffin Man")

Do you know the apple man,

The apple man, the apple man?

Do you know the apple man?

He planted apple seeds.

He wore a pot upon his head,

Upon his head, upon his head.

He wore a pot upon his head.

His name was Johnny Appleseed.

John Chapman was his real name,

His real name, his real name.

John Chapman was his real name;

But, we call him Johnny Appleseed.

READER’S THEATER ABOUT JOHNNY APPLESEED:

Reader 1: Born back in 1774,

Gentle John Chapman lives through our folklore.

Reader 2: He loved all creatures - all bears, birds, and bees,

But what he loved most were his apple trees.

Chorus: Oh, gentle Johnny of Appleseed fame,

Barefoot into this great country you came.

We hear the heartwarming story today

Of apple seeds that you sowed on your way.

Reader 3: He walked alone across mountain and plain,

Carrying apple seeds through snow and rain.

Reader 4: He planted orchards with bags full of seed,

Apple trees pioneer families would need.

Chorus: Oh, gentle Johnny of Appleseed fame,

Barefoot into this great country you came.

We hear the heartwarming story today

Of apple seeds that you sowed on your way.

Reader 5: Alone Johnny lived in his grand forest home,

With the wild animals he'd play and roam.

Reader 6: Friend to each Indian and pioneer,

Bugs and bears - fish and wolves - coons, moose, and deer.

Chorus: Oh, gentle Johnny of Appleseed fame,

Barefoot into this great country you came.

We hear the heartwarming story today

Of apple seeds that you sowed on your way.

Reader 7: Next time dessert is a plump apple pie,

Or someone says, "You're the apple of my eye,"

Reader 8: Remember Johnny with his great big plan

Of growing apple trees throughout the land.

Chorus: Oh, gentle Johnny of Appleseed fame,

Barefoot into this great country you came.

We hear the heartwarming story today

Of apple seeds that you sowed on your way.

Our Tree

Marchette Chute

When spring comes round, our apple tree

Is very full of flowers,

And when a bird sits on a branch

The petals fall in showers.

When summer comes, our apple tree

Is very full of green,

And everywhere you look in it

There is a leafy screen.

When autumn comes, our apple tree

Is full of things to eat.

The apples hang from every branch

To tumble at our feet.

When winter comes, our apple tree

Is full of snow and ice

And rabbits come to visit it . . .

We think our tree is nice.