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Poems about the gifts of autumn are short and beautiful will be a great solution for the performance. A verse from Tatyana Bokova and other talented authors about the autumn harvest has beautiful and funny lines, so it is suitable for children's events. Also, the poem may appeal to adults who are expecting the harvest.
Popular crop verses for kids
Autumn squares decorate
Colorful foliage.
Autumn feeds the harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens and in the garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Cooked by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned -
People collect bread.
The mouse drags the grain into the hole,
To have a winter lunch.
Squirrel roots are dried,
honey bees stock up.
Grandmother makes jam,
He puts apples in the cellar.
The crop is ugly -
Collect the gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
Useful crop!
* * *
Cucumber grows in the garden
So everything will be all right,
Soon a new crop,
Collect if you want.
You ask him a question:
"Why, cucumber, grew up?"
And you get the answer:
“For salad and vinaigrette!”
* * *
How wonderful in the garden
Work on a clear day!
A warm ray wanders through the beds
Mint smells of black soil.
It smells of sweet ripe plum
And potato tops
White honey filling
Over my head.
Everything has ripened, everything has ripened -
Good will be the harvest.
There is a business for everyone here,
Do not be lazy but collect!
* * *
Petrushka was planted by Petro,
He was a little lucky.
Harvest it is not bad,
It’s a pity that peas grew up!
* * *
Melons, apples, salad.
Fruit - right in hot demand.
Help yourself, don't yawn -
Good harvest today!
* * *
“Indian” summer has come.
- What does this word mean?
- That means don't yawn,
Harvest your harvest.
My girlfriend and I in the garden
They decided to play hide and seek:
“You are a carrot, and I am a beet.”
Theokla's neighbor came up,
Sees: vegetables for fame -
At least in salads, at least in seasoning,
Says: “I'm a zucchini,
I have a tight barrel
I'm good in caviar, in pancakes,
Squash are my brothers
Nice guys too
Re-matured - thick.
Pumpkin is our relative
Feed everyone sweet porridge ... "
... Tomatoes with cucumbers
We’ll bring it to mom
To them we add sweet pepper,
He had already ripened in the garden.
Eggplant, Onion, Garlic
We’ll prepare with mom for the future,
And with potatoes and cabbage
The borsch is rich.
Beans are good in borsch,
And in the end, add salt.
Well done boys,
Harvest rich.
* * *
Golden, quiet
Groves and gardens
Niva yields
Ripe fruits.
And the rainbow is not visible
And no thunder is heard.
The sun goes to sleep
Before every day.
* * *
Delicious tomatoes we once ate,
They wanted to grow the same themselves.
Spring seeds in a pot planted,
Warm water they slightly poured.
Sprouts soon appeared from the ground,
And on them tender leaves appeared.
So our seedlings began to grow,
Reach for the sun, gain strength.
In the summer we planted seedlings in the garden,
Plants bloomed, fruit ensued:
Tomato is tiny, round, funny.
Will it grow red and big?
We have grown a lot of red tomatoes,
Both large and small, and taste beautiful.
We did not work in vain: the plants were watered,
Weeds weed, fertilized the ground.
Harvesting the glorious, the rich have achieved,
Because we all worked together.
* * *
- What will autumn bring to us?
What will autumn bring to us?
- Ruddy apples, sweet honey,
Ruddy apples, sweet honey!
- What will autumn bring to us?
What will autumn bring to us?
- Different vegetables full garden,
Different vegetables full garden!
- What will autumn bring to us?
What will autumn bring to us?
- Golden bread for the whole year,
Golden bread for the whole year!
* * *
We have a large garden
we have a good garden
so let's go there with you
taking galoshes with him.
we have ripened there for a long time
delicious fruits:
our pears are yellowed -
gently rip them off.
plums are already tired of hanging,
and they ask for you
we watered them in the summer,
so they grow faster.
Well, how many red apples -
one, two, three, do not count,
you're in the basket slowly
start collecting them.
delicious apples, pears and plums
we picked up with you.
the harvest is beautiful,
it's only early for us to go home.
besides fruit there is more
in the garden of our garden -
Now we are counting vegetables
open in order.
green cucumber - times,
two carrots, three cabbage.
four bow for us
five tomatoes. How fast!
we believe we collect
replenish the crop.
we fill all the baskets,
do not forget anything.
Mom will be glad at home
our fruits, vegetables.
she really needs all this
for salad and borsch.
pears, apples and plums
for compote fit
and in jam and jam
every fruit is delicious too.
and a cucumber and a carrot
we cover np salad
and a little beam into it
and, of course, a tomato.
we got a lot of fruit
picked vegetables
You can winter the winter
and stocks to eat.
* * *
Generous land is generous to the earth!
I look at the field without blinking.
Harvest again
Such that mother dear.
Such that mom do not grieve.
In the field, in a double track,
Float, as I floated along the Volga,
In the spring, having lost the anchor.
The string of my soul rings.
I got up in the Russian field without breathing.
What is all our country,
The grain is rich, big.
Standing in the field like a lighthouse
Around the ears of wheat.
A gopher and a hamster will live,
Overwintering winter bird.
Counting, my mouth agape:
Under 20 centners per hectare.
A healthy, full mole will be -
It rings, the soul sings with a guitar!
Will not give a mouse in the winter oak
So the fox will live -
The soul is singing! The reeds make noise
Wheat in the field is earning.
And the heart accelerates the run,
And with every step the house is getting closer ...
Frost. Snow crunches like chips.
And like clockwork skiing.
* * *
Zucchini is my zucchini!
Your golden barrel.
You grow too fast
You drink water very eagerly.
And carrots are miracles!
Loose hair.
Deftly hiding in the ground
A scythe is visible in the grass.
Tomatoes are sun children
Early morning at dawn
All heads raise
The sun is nodded merrily
Cucumbers on the parade
Friendly lined up in a row.
Tasty they crunch
Glad to see them in salads.
Everything grows fast in the summer,
If the rain pours warm.
I will harvest
And I’ll put it in the basket.
A lot of vitamins
In my favorite vegetables!
* * *
Fly said: - This morning
Autumn has appeared, and it is time for everyone to sleep.
But as the sun shines in the sky
The fly buzzes and does not want to sleep.
Squirrel collects mushrooms in the forest.
Autumn has come - it stocks up for winter.
And the hamster brought to his hole
There is more grain from the field - a whole cart.
A hare walks through the woods - to him
These stocks are completely useless.
And he ran into the village, in the garden,
Where carrots in the garden grow.
Turnip ripened, cabbage, beets -
All that we need, autumn has given.
Apples are singing in the autumn garden,
They blush brightly in front of everyone.
She brought us her crop
Autumn is our mushroom season.
And the worm invited to the garden
All to the autumn festive ball.
* * *
At the fun fair
Selling the sun
At the fun fair
Dresses are multi-colored,
Bright, cool.
Came to the fair
Happy people.
Visited the fair
The whole garden.
Resorted before anyone else
Brothers Cucumbers
Choose yourself
Mikey yes panties.
I tried on a tomato
Red shirt.
And I bought a sunflower
Yellow cap.
Fashionable Carrots
Took on a new thing.
And striped blouses
Chose watermelons.
A cabbage, just a laugh
I bought the most.
And drove her shopping
On the cart an ant.
Harvest festival
Autumn squares decorate
Colorful foliage.
Autumn feeds the harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
And in the gardens and in the garden,
Both in the forest and near the water
Cooked by nature
All kinds of fruits.
The fields are being cleaned -
People collect bread.
The mouse drags the grain into the hole,
To have a winter lunch.
Squirrel roots are dried,
Bees stockpile honey.
Grandmother makes jam,
He puts apples in the cellar.
The crop is ugly -
Collect the gifts of nature!
In the cold, in the cold, in bad weather
Useful crop!
* * *
There was a knock on the door.
- Excuse me? I did not expect anyone at this hour,
But he could not help saying:
“Please,” drowned, deep in the brown eyes.
A guest entered the door. At the threshold, a sheet of wind circled golden.
- Forgive me, only for a short while,
I could not help but say goodbye to you.
You are sad that snowstorms will come
And the carousel will curl snowflakes?
I hope that will be the case
My gift is a brush and watercolor.
Waltzes the foliage behind him,
Covering her footprint with carpet
Lady Autumn bid farewell to me
Her silhouette melts in the haze.
* * *
Under the oats talk niva
Then I’ll pour hot.
I'm doubly happy then
If I work hard.
In my heart is space-fun
No end of happiness ...
Fells bread with a golden blizzard.
Hello,
New crop!
* * *
Harvested Zina
And put it in a basket.
Here is a red tomato - a beautiful vegetable,
Here is an oval cucumber - well done,
Here is the carrot-beauty - a long braid,
Here is a delicious potato - for soup and okroshka,
Here is a big beetroot - we love to eat it.
The best poems about the autumn harvest
One two three four,
Children taught vegetables:
Onion, radish, zucchini,
Horseradish, carrot, garlic.
Harvest
Harvest, harvest!
Spend our summer!
How many sweet peas!
Cucumbers as a selection,
Collect on the ridge is not bad
Large red tomato!
Run through the garden -
Eat a carrot in passing.
* * *
In the bins harvested:
Autumn has gilded with a generous ear,
Bake a honey loaf
We’ll ask you to visit us.
Blurs apples round side,
And birches - as if from a picture,
Congratulations for you, I saved
After all, today is a holiday: Autumn.
* * *
Golden, quiet
Groves and gardens
Niva yields
Ripe fruits.
And the rainbow is not visible
And no thunder is heard.
The sun goes to sleep
Before every day.
* * *
There are many ridges in the garden:
There is both turnip and salad,
There are beets and peas.
Is potato really bad?
Our green garden
We will be fed all year round.
* * *
It's autumn in our park
Gives autumn to everyone gifts:
Red beads - mountain ash,
Pink apron - aspen,
Umbrella yellow - to poplars,
Autumn gives us fruits.
* * *
Here you have a carrot,
Red head
The tail is green
Here you have the turnip,
And the cucumber is strong
Sun-clad.
On the ranks of cabbage
Kochny huddle thickly
In shaggy leaves.
Here are the sweet peas:
Grains are fine
Sleeping in the pod of a mustachioed.
What a delicious folk
Populated by our gardener.
* * *
On the mountain beyond the grove
Good bread ripening:
Grains are poured
In the gentle warmth
Spikelets are heavy
Bowed their heads
Bow gratefully
Mothers - Earth.
* * *
Yellow leaf flickering
On the green of trees.
Work finished sickle on the fields
golden.
And blushed already far
Carpet of meadows
And ripe fruits are hanging
In the shady gardens.
* * *
All vegetables are garden
Ripe: children rush
Some with turnips, some with carrots,
Sunflower peeled
And the women pull the beets
Such beets are kind!
Just the red boots
Lying on the strip.
* * *
Juicy, sweet
Raspberry Berry
I cut off with twigs
And put it in the basket.
And then granny
Make jam for everyone
Yes, so tasty!
Just a bite!
And in the cold winter
If suddenly a sheet
Mom will say affectionately:
- Eat, son, raspberries!
* * *
Fashionista plum,
While ripening
Dress after dress
That's what changed.
It was green
Satin dress, -
No, I didn’t like it:
I chose red.
I'm tired
Also this, -
Dress put on
Of blue color.
A blue dress
I did not have time to change:
Our Katya came
Yes, I ate the plum.
* * *
The radish is strong, and white, and tasty.
She gives us vivacity and strength.
In the autumn we’ll bring her from the field,
We’ll remove it into the deep underground.
Let it be stored in the winter underground
We need it for salads!
* * *
Among the leaves of emerald
Hid the cucumber.
Finding it is not difficult -
There he is, darling!
He is brilliant
And prickly
He is crispy
And odorous.
I'll put it in a salad
That will be the aroma!
* * *
Hello, autumn! Hello, autumn!
It's good that you came
We ask you, Autumn,
What did you bring as a gift?
I brought you flour! So there will be pies!
I brought you buckwheat!
Porridge will be in the oven!
I brought you vegetables!
And for porridge and for cabbage soup!
Are you glad to the pears?
We will dry them for the future!
And apples - what honey!
On jam, on compote!
Brought honey!
Full deck!
- You and apples, you and honey,
You brought bread.
A good weather
Have you got us a present?
- Are you glad to rain?
- We do not want, do not!
* * *
Tasty fresh autumn gifts,
Its maturity is striking.
The plowmen worked until dawn,
Gathering tons of crops.
Velvet field fabrics,
Having fulfilled your destiny,
The daughter has corroded - the earth
Rest is the best treatment.
How autumn emotions are valuable
- The sad joy of languor,
They live for us until the coming of spring
- Until dawn awakening!
Interesting poems about harvest autumn.
* * *
Leaves fall, yellow blanket
By baring the trees, the autumn forest is tidying up.
Scattered colorful paints everywhere,
We are again fascinated by its beauty.
White trunks scattered birches,
Rowan fires bright bonfires.
Mushrooms and honey mushrooms in the near copses,
How excellent these autumn gifts are.
* * *
Ah, what a fabulous fall
Bright and wonderful time.
The sun leaves at exactly eight
Sleeps quietly until morning.
Hail from the branches sprinkled nuts
White as cotton. the clouds.
Expose, as if for fun,
Apples are rosy sides.
Autumn did not work in vain
- The kingdom has decorated itself.
And the mistress is fabulously beautiful
And full of gifts of bins.
Interesting poems about the harvest
I'll put on a white hat
Black galoshes
I'll take a rake and a shovel
I’ll go for potatoes.
You, potato, do not worry
I bought poison
For uninvited guests
From the state of Colorado.
Brought a bunch of manure
Good fellows.
Maybe a ton today
In the garden cucumbers.
I love the dung smell
He wakes up a fantasy.
May Europe envy
And Asia is laughing.
A simpleton is incomprehensible to them,
What works for so.
Beds of commercials, beds so -
I do not overjoy in any way!
Murderer, villain weed -
He is the worst enemy to vegetables!
I'll show the weed
In the garden "hu hu"!
Come to the garden
We will take a steam bath in the bathhouse.
I spud potatoes -
It’s possible to wiggle yourself!
* * *
The landlady once came from the bazaar,
The mistress from the bazaar brought home:
Potato
Cabbage
Carrot
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!..
Here are the vegetables spore brought on the table -
Who is better, tastier and more needed on earth:
Potato?
Cabbage?
Carrot?
Peas?
Parsley or beets?
Oh!..
The hostess, meanwhile, took a knife
And crush this with a knife:
Potato
Cabbage
Carrot
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!..
Covered in a stuffy pot
Boiled, boiled in boiling water:
Potato,
Cabbage,
Carrot,
Peas,
Parsley and beets.
Oh!..
And the vegetable soup was not bad!
* * *
Summer rain soft foot
Stroking vegetables in the garden.
Just touch the cabbage,
How will the cabbage shake:
The leaves are white and juicy.
Curls in heads of cabbage.
Ask for onions and celery:
- Give us a drink soon!
Peas stretch to the trickle:
- Without water I’m all dried up!
Blessed rain warm
They eagerly drink carrots and beets,
And rosy tomatoes
And an elastic lettuce leaf.
Streams of fun murmur
And the wet garden sparkles
The garden comes to life -
Everything in it is booming!
* * *
In the garden tomato
Perched on a fence.
Pretending to be a rascal
As if he himself is a gardener!
Ay ah ah tomato!
Shame on you and shame!
Aunt turnip was indignant:
- This is stupid and ridiculous!
Ay ah ah tomato!
Shame on you and shame!
Shouted Uncle Cucumber:
- Outrageous! Tomboy!
Ay ah ah tomato!
Shame on you and shame!
The tomboy blushed
Ashamed finally
And the rank has rolled down the rank
To the gardener in the basket!
* * *
I'm a basket of vegetables
I'll bring it from the garden.
Drank onions and celery
In the morning, light dew.
Washed their warm rain,
The sun gently warmed.
Beets were poured with juice -
It became dense, scarlet.
And fed them day after day
Wet loose chernozem.
A playful breeze
Flying near the ridges
Stroking every stalk
And gave them a scent.
We are a basket of vegetables
They brought it from the garden.
For salads and borsch
They are useful to us!
* * *
Whispering rain
In a low voice
With flowers and herbs
Green.
And rye will rise
Ripe ear
Above the fields
Moisture watered.
Freak out in the field
Rye bread
Rye will feed ad libitum
Our kids!
* * *
Grains of our day, shine
Gilt carved!
We say: “Take care.
Take care of the native bread ... ".
We did not dream of a miracle.
Live speech to us from the fields:
“Take care of the bread, you are the people!
Learn to take care of bread. "
* * *
He will put grain in the earth,
Rain will be shed - the grain is irrigated.
Steep Furrow and Soft Snow
The grain will be hidden for the winter from everyone.
In spring, the sun comes up at its zenith
And a new spikelet will gild.
There are many ears in the harvest year,
And a man will remove them from the field.
And the golden hands of the Bakers
Ruddy bread knead soon.
And the woman on the edge of the board
Finished bread cut into pieces.
To all who cherished the spikelet of bread,
On the conscience will get a piece.
* * *
Soft bread loaf,
Fresh, wheat.
White loaf of bread,
What is unusual about it?
Maybe a simple thing -
White bread bake.
Knead the dough thick
And put it in the oven.
But first, kids, you need
To grow grain in the field,
Summer day to work together
To pour it.
So that a ripe spike rises,
Full of grains, golden
To make the wheat ring
In the wind a tight string.
Wheat must be removed on time,
And grind the grain into flour,
To be born into the world
White chunk of bread!
* * *
Put cheese, cookies in a bag
Put almonds for luxury.
I didn’t take the bread -
It’s the same torment
Dragging him so far!
Only the grandmother slipped the edge!
Knowing everything in advance
So she said:
- Listen to the old woman!
Bread, darling, carries itself.
* * *
Grown up and threshed again
Once again, it flows into the bins.
Palm weary daughter
Doctors falling, grain.
We raved about them in a short dream.
And here he is, our work, in sight.
Forgotten everything that is undernourished
And that is not finished in the garden.
* * *
I planted a seed in the ground
It was humid and warm.
Three days - after all, a little time
But my seed has risen.
Sprout as if with a sharp sword
Stuck into the ground. Stalk
Absorbed life-giving moisture
And the first unfolded the sheet.
After him another, and after the third,
He quickly, as if in a fairy tale, grew.
He was caressed by the spring wind,
He was given water drops to grow.
A flower has bloomed, an ovary has arisen,
And the zucchini soon grew -
Beautiful, tight, envy of everyone,
The barrel warmed round in the sun.
* * *
In baskets, fruits are brought into the house,
When the summer goes by
And left in the rain
Outside the door, the garden is undressed.
And there will be banks until spring
Full of pink jam
And there will be apples in the chest
Fresh as if in September
And drunk cherries scarlet juice
Stains granulated sugar.
And the garden remained there, outside,
Stand waist-deep in a black puddle.
A cold whirlwind caught up with him -
He coughed the garden and groaned.
Trees hunch, wheeze
Shaking from head to toe:
“We would all run away now,
Yes, we have one leg!
Oh, it’s bad to get cold in the rain,
And take us to a warm house! ”
Well, how can trees not help?
And suddenly the night will be frosty
Carry guns and bags -
Winter stockings for trees.
Feet warm, dressed everyone
And the snow will cover their heads.
* * *
Zucchini, zucchini
A nap lay down on a keg.
You look like a pig:
Ponytail with a thin curlicue.
But where is the piglet?
* * *
Dill add
To the pickle, to the marinade
Fragrant and pleasant
Its scent.
* * *
In the garden "sun"
On the foot is:
A lot of black grains
Very proud look!
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