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Summer Poetry

 


I Scream 

I scream!
You scream!
We all scream…
for
Ice Cream!

 

  Ice Cream 

First we need a cone,
Nice and crunchy.
Then we need some ice cream,
Sweet and yummy,
Scoop ‘em on; stack ‘em on
Up to the sky.
We love ice cream; my; oh my!

Scoops

One scoop, two scoops,
The scoops, four.
We love ice cream
Let’s have some more!

 

It is Summer

It is summer, it is summer
Lots of fun, lots of fun,
Sun is shining on me
Sun is shining on me.
I’ll have fun.  I’ll have fun.

 

Hot Summer

In the summer when the days are hot,
I like to find a shady spot,
And hardly move a single bit
And sit, and sit, and sit and sit.

At the Sea Side

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore. 
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.

 

At the Beach

At the beach,
The sun shines down.
I see smiles,
On kids all around. 

Smiling kids in the sand,
Smiling kids in the sea, 
But the happiest kid
At the beach is me!

 

Silly Sally
(Mary had a little lamb)

 Silly sally sells seashells,
Sells seashells, sells seashells.
Silly Sally sells seashells
Down at the seashore.

Sand

 Sand in my swimsuit,
Sand in my hair,
When I go to the beach
Sand gets everywhere!

I wonder, I wonder,
Oh, how can there be
Sand left at the beach
When there’s so much on me?

 

Sunny Summer 

The summer sun in the sky,
Shining, shining up so high
Makes it warm for outside fun.
To play at the park and run,
To swim and hike and fish,
And to go on a picnic if you wish.



I love summer! 
Summer is hot.
It’s sun and shade.
It’s water to wade.
It’s frogs and bugs.
It’s grass for rugs.
It’s eating outside.
It’s a tree-swing ride.
It’s tomatoes and corn.
It’s dew in the morn.
It’s dogs and boys
And lots of noise.
It’s a hot sunny sky.
It’s summer.  That’s why…..
I love summer.

Vacation

 In my head I hear a humming:
Summer, summer summer’s coming.
Soon we’re going on vacation
But there is a complication:
Day by day the problem’s growing-
We don’t know yet where we’re going!

Mother likes the country best;
That’s so she can read and rest.
Dad thinks resting is a bore;
He’s for fishing at the shore.
Sailing is my brother’s pick;
Sailing makes my sister sick;
She says swimming’s much more cool,
Swimming in a swimming pool.
As for me, why, I don’t care,
I’d be happy anywhere!

In my head I hear a humming:
Summer, summer, summer’s coming.
Soon we’re going on vacation
But we have a complication:
Day by day the problem’s growing
Where or where will we be going?

By Mary Ann Hoberman

 

The Bottom of the Sea

 A sailor went to sea, sea, sea
To see what he could see, see, see,
And all that he could see, see, see
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea.

Sandbox

I like to play in the sandbox
With a little truck and a car.
I build hills and towns and sandy streets,
Then Pretend I'm dring far!

At the Pool

The swimming pool is packed today.
The kids all splish and splash and play.

They swim underwater!
They jump from the side!
They dive off the board!
They zip down the slide!

There are flippers and goggles
And snorkels and floats!
There are tubes and rings
And beachballs and boats!

A splishy splashy day in the pool
Is the greatest way of keeping cool!


 

Freedom

In the summer I am free
To read a book, or climb a tree.
I can sit around for hours
And quietly just smell the flowers.
I can sleep late, till noon if I like,
Do tricks on my skateboard, or ride on my bike.
I can lile on my back and look at the sky,
And watch puffy clouds go floating by.
No one tells me what clothes I must wear.
I don't have to hurry to be anywhere.
I don't have to practice my multiplication.
I'm free at last 'cause it's summer vacation.

 

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