September

Brierly Ashour

When the goldenrod is yellow,

And leaves are turning brown -

Reluctantly the summer goes

In a cloud of thistledown.

When squirrels are harvesting

And birds in flight appear -

By these autumn signs we know

September days are here.

September

The breezes taste
     Of apple peel.
The air is full
     Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
     Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
     Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
     Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
     Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
     With suds, the days
Are polished with
     A morning haze.

John Updike

Hurray Day

Today is the day!

Hurray! Hurray!

It's the first day of school

And I'm on my way!

Everything's different

Nothing's the same

Because I'm going to learn

To write my name!

by Patricia Hubbell

First Day of School

I wonder

if my drawing

will be as good as theirs

I wonder

if they'll like me

or just be full of stares

I wonder

if my teacher

will look like Mom or Gram

I wonder

if my puppy

will wonder

where I am!

by Aileen Fisher

Going To School

Going to school,

You always run;

When it's not late,

You stop for fun!

You watch a squirrel,

Climb up a tree,

Gaze at the tree,

Gaze at the sky

For things to see.

There's singing birds,

A roaring place,

The pecking sun,

A drop of rain.

You'd like to stay,

But there's a yell --

A friend's shouting,

"Come on, the bell!"

Clare Miseles

School Time

School is here again

Summer's at an end.

See me work and play,

On an autumn day.

First Day of School

Always more of everything;

Reading, writing, figuring

Books to read and words to spell -

Hurry, there goes the bell!

Seems as if they might get through

Finding things for us to do!

Rachel Field

Fall

From September to December

What's the season?

Fall!

Red leaves start to

Fall!

Brown leaves start to

Fall!

Orange leaves start to

Fall!

Yellow leaves start to

Fall!

After all, it's

Fall!

An Autumn Day

Pumpkins in the cornfields,

Gold among the brown,

Leaves of rust and scarlet

Trembling slowly down;

Birds that travel southward,

Lovely time to play;

Nothing is as pleasant

As an autumn day!

Carmen Lagos Signes

Down, Down, Down

Down, down, down,

Yellow and brown,

The leaves are falling

On the ground.

Red leaves flutter,

Orange leaves fall,

Brown leaves gather

Along the wall.

September

The breezes taste

Of apple peel.

The air is full

Of smells to feel-

Ripe fruit, old footballs,

Burning brush,

New book, erasers,

Chalk, and such.

The bee, his hive,

Well honeyed hum

Like plates washed clean

With suds, the days

Are polished with

A morning haze.

John Updike

September

A road like brown ribbon

A sky that is blue

A forest of green

With that sky peeping through.

Asters, deep purple,

A grasshopper's call,

Today is sumer,

Tomorrow is fall.

September

September means it's time again

for going off to school.

The days are getting shorter

and the nights are getting cool.

Autumn Wind

When aurumn wind goes running

It does some magic things.

It gives the shadows dancing shoes,

It gives the bright leaves wings -

When autumn wind goes running.

It curls the bonfire's tail of smoke

And shares a little whispered joke

With cornstalks who delight to prattle,

It turns a seed pod into a rattle -

When autumn wind goes running.

Leaves in the autumn came tumbling down,

Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown,

Leaves in the garden were swept in a heap,

Trees were undressing ready for sleep.

October Leaves

October leaves are lovely

They rustle when I run

Sometimes I make a heap

And jump in them for fun

Autumn leaves float quietly down

And form a carpet on the ground.

But when those leaves are stepped upon,

Listen for the crackling sound.

Fall

The last of October

We lock the garden gate

"The flowers alive all withered

That used to stand straight.

The last of October

We put the swings away

And the porch looks deserted

Where we like to play.

The last of October

The birds have all flown,

The screens are in the attic,

The sandpile's all gone;

Everything is put away

Before it starts to snow ---

I wonder if the ladybugs

Have any place to go.

Aileen Fisher

The Last Leaf

A few leaves stay for a while on the trees

After their color begins to turn,

And no other leaves seem as gold as these

No even the ones our bonfires burn

With golden flames in piles on the ground.

A few leaves stay so long the I found

The one last leaf on a tree in the snow,

And when a galloping wind came round

The edge of our house and started to blow

Snow dust to sparkles floating free.

When the wind ran away, almost with me,

And sunshine settled quiet and cold.

There, like a bird, still on the tree

Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold

But curly and brown an dry and old.

Harry Behn

The Leaves are Falling

Down, down, down, down,

The leaves are falling down

In their lovely dresses

Of red and brown.

Down, down, down, down,

While the flowers sleep.

Careful as you run along.

Don't make a peep.

The Scarecrow

The scarecrow stands

With hanging hands,

Beside the farmer's stile.

He scares the jay and crow away.

With just a painted smile.

A Leaf

If I were a leaf

(but I wouldn't be)

I'd have to be tied

to a tree, tree, tree.

I couldn't walk off

(or skip or run)

and my nose would get burned

by the sun, sun, sun.

In summer I'd roast,

(in winter I'd freeze)

and all through October

I'd sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.

Welcome

Goodbye vacation!

Hello to school!

Hello new classmates,

Goodbye old pool.

Vacation time's over,

School time is here,

Once more we welcome

Another school year.

Days In The Month

Thirty days has September,

April, June, and November;

All the rest have thirty-one,

Except February alone,

And that has 28 days clear

And 29 in each leap year.

September

September is a time

Of beginning for all,

Beginning of school

Beginning of fall.

October Leaves

October leaves are lovely

They rustle when I run,

Sometimes I make a leap

And jump in them for fun.

Or sometimes toss a handful up

And watch them as they fly

They look like little airplanes

Sailing across the sky.

October

October is the month,

when the smallest breeze,

Gives us a shower

Of Autumn leaves.

Rake the Leaves

Here we come to

rake the leaves.

Rake the leaves,

rake the leaves.

Here we come to

rake the leaves,

And make a great

big pile.

Fall is

Thanksgiving

Halloween

farmers harvesting

birds flying south

apples ripening

salmon spawning

pumpkins growing

school starting

coloured leaves

leaves falling

flowers dying

foggy weather

rainy weather

seeds blowing

wind

colder

frosty gardens

a colder ocean

grass stops growing

animals hibernating

chipmunks gathering nuts

The Leaves of the Trees

(sung to the tune of Wheels on the bus)

The leaves of the trees

turn orange and red

orange and red

orange and red.

The leaves of the trees

turn orange and red

All through the town.

The leaves of the trees

come tumbling down,

tumbling down,

The leaves of the trees

come tumbling down

All through the town

next verse

The leaves of the trees

go swish, swish, swish,

November

No shade, no shine,

No butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers,

No leaves, no birds,

November.

November

In November

Dark comes soon.

We turn on the lights

In the afternoon.

November

No sunshine, lots of rain,

You must remember

This is NOvemeber

November

Now the autumn days are gone

Frost is sparkling on the lawn,

Windows winking cheerful lights

Warm the cold November nights.

Over the housetops,

Over the trees,

Winging their way

In a stiff fall breeze.

A flock of birds

Is flying along

Southward, for winter,

Singing a song.

Singing a song

They all like to sing,

"We'll see you again

When it's spring, spring, spring."

Rain of Leaves

by Aileen Fisher

It's raining big,

It's raining small,

It's raining autumn leaves

In fall.

It's raining gold

And red and brown

As autumn leaves

Come raining down.

It's raining everywhere

I look.

It's raining bookmarks

On my book!

To Pumpkins at Pumpkin Time

by Grace Cornell Tall

Back into your garden-beds!

Here come the holidays!

And woe to the golden pumpkin-heads

Attracting too much praise.

Hide behind the hoe, the plow,

Cling fast to the vine!

Those who come to praise you now

Will soon sit down to dine.

Keep your lovely heads, my dears,

If you know what I meanS

Unless you want to be in pie,

Stay hidden or stay green!!

Pumpkin poem

One day I found two pumpkin seeds.

I planted one and pulled the weeds.

It sprouted roots and a big, long vine.

A pumpkin grew; I called it mine.

The pumpkin was quite round and fat.

(I really am quite proud of that.)

But there is something I'll admit

That has me worried just a bit.

I ate the other seed, you see.

Now will it grow inside of me?

(I'm so relieved since I have found

That pumpkins only grow in the ground!)

Pumpkins

When you see me in the fields,

My orange glowing in the sun,

It's time to say goodbye to summer

and hello to autumn fun!!

Pumpkin song

(tune: I'm a little teapot)

I'm a little pumpkin.

Orange and round.

Here is my stem,

There is the ground.

When I get all cut up,

Don't you shout!

Just open me up

And scoop me out!

Vegetables

(tune: Mary had a little lamb)

We are pumpkins, big and round,

Big and round, big and round.

We are pumpkins, big and round,

Seated on the ground.

We are string beans green and fine.....growing on a vine.

We are onions round and white....we make soup taste right.

We are carrots, orange and long...help us sing the song.

We are cabbage green or red....see our funny head.

We are corn stalks tall and straight...don't we just taste great!

Mr. Pumpkin

(tune: Where is thumbkin)

Mr. Pumpkin,

Round and fat.

Harvesttime is coming.

Yum, yum, yum.

That is that!

Pumpkin, Pumpkin

Pumpkin, Pumpkin,

Sitting on the wall.

Pumpkin, Pumpkin,

Tip and fall.

pumpkin, Pumpkin,

Rolling down the street.

Pumpkin, Pumpkin,

Good to eat!!

Harvest Poem

When all the cows were sleeping

And the sun had gone to bed,

Up jumped the pumpkin,

And this is what he said:

I'm a dingle dangle pumpkin

With a flippy floppy hat.

I can shake my stem like this,

And shake my vine like that.

When all the hens were roosting

And the moon behind a cloud,

Up jumped the pumpkin

And shouted very loud:

I'm a dingle dangle pumpkin........

Pumpkin Song

(tune: Have you ever seen a lassie?)

Have you ever seen a pumpkin, a pumpkin, a pumpkin,

Have you ever seen a pumpkin, that grows on a vine?

A round one, a tall one, a bumpy one, a squashed one.

Have you ever seen a pumpkin, that grows on a vine?

(You can add your own adjectives to describe it)

Harvest Time

(tune: twinkle, twinkle)

Harvest time is here again

In the garden we must dig

Carrots, radishes, onions too

All so fresh and yummy too.

Harvest time is here again

Won't be long till you know when!! (thanksgiving)

DID YOU EVER SEE A PUMPKIN?

Tune: Did You Ever See a Lassie?

Materials: large orange pumpkin, black eyes, nose, mouth,

teeth

Did you ever see a pumpkin, a pumpkin, a pumpkin

Did you ever seen a pumpkin with no face at all?

With no eyes(point) and no nose (point) and no mouth (point)

and no teeth

(point)

Did you ever see a pumpkin with no face at all?

So I made a Jack-o-lantern, a Jack-o-lantern, a

Jack-o-lantern.

So I made a Jack-o-lantern with a big, funny face.

With big eyes and big nose and big mouth and big teeth

So I made a Jack-o-lantern with a big funny face.

FIVE ORANGE PUMPKINS

Five orange pumpkins rolling down a hill,

Once they started rolling, they couldn't keep still.

One hit a rock and couldn't roll any more,

How many pumpkins left? Now there are four.

Four orange pumpkins a-rolling and a-bumping,I hear them

clumping, I hear them thumping

One fell into a hole next to a tree,

How many pumpkins left? Now there are three.

Three orange pumpkins rolling on the grass,

Watch them tumble and roll so fast.

One rolled until it bumped right against my shoe,

How many pumpkins left? Now there are two.

Two orange pumpkins still rolling very fast,

Will they ever slow down and stop at last?

One pumpkin hit a tree, its rolling now is done,

How many pumpkins left? Now there is one.

One last orange pumpkin rolling toward me,

Now it's stopped rolling, look and see.

Now how many pumpkins are rolling in the sun?

Did you guess zero? You're right, there are none.

THERE WAS A PUMPKIN

There once was a pumpkin short and fat,

Alone in the garden, there it sat.

A little girl picked it from the vine,

Took it home and said, "It's mine!"

She carved a face with a great big smile,

Put in a candle, and after a while,

It wasn't a pumpkin short and fat.

It was a jack-o-lantern-just like that!

THREE LITTLE PUMPKINS

Three little pumpkins sitting very still

In a pumpkin patch high up on a hill.

The first one said, "I'm very green,

But I'll be orange by Halloween."

The second one said, "I'm on my way

To becoming a jack-o-lantern someday."

The third one said, "Oh, me, oh my,

Tomorrow I'll be a pumpkin pie!"

THE HALLOWEEN SURPRISE

Dad and I shopped for a pumpkin

To carve for Halloween.

The one we bought was round and fat,

The best we'd ever seen.

We took it home, and carefully

My dad cut off the top.

We scooped the gloppy seeds all out

Onto paper--plop, plop, plop!

Next, Dad cut out the eyes and mouth,

Then he cut out the nose.

He winked at me and then he said,

"He'll be bald, I suppose."

I laughed and said, "Oh, Daddy,

Jack-o-lanterns' heads are bare.

I've never seen a single one

That had a head of hair!"

Then we took our pumpkin outside

With a candle for its light.

Our jolly jack-o-lantern glowed

So brightly in the night.

Long after I had gone to bed,

Snowflakes began to fall.

They covered up the bushes

And the garden and the wall.

In the morning I ran out to see

If my pumpkin was still there.

I found him sitting on the porch -

But now he had white hair!