ceturtdiena, 2014. gada 26. jūnijs

Trees Songs and Poems

Weihnachtslieder deutsch - O Tannenbaum

Color Song:  Leaves on the Trees 

During this Autumn activity preschool children stand in a circle, sing this song and perform actions to the tune of "The Wheels on The Bus".
The leaves on the trees come tumbling down,
Tumbling down, tumbling down.
(Children flutter their hands and fingers down to the floor each time the phrase 'tumbling down' is repeated)
The leaves on the trees come tumbling down,
All over town.
(Children flutter hands down, then turn around)

The leaves on the trees are red red red,
Red red red, red red red,
(Everyone wearing red clothes goes to the middle of the circle and shakes themselves)

The leaves on the trees are red red red,
All over town.

The leaves on the trees are green green green,
Green green green, green green green.
(Everyone wearing green goes to the middle of the circle and shakes)

The leaves on the trees are green green green,
All over town.
Repeat for orange and yellow leaves
Lots of Color Activities are in the Rainbow Resource Room.

The Apple Tree
A traditional fingerplay for Fall
Away up high in an apple tree.
    Point up.
Two red apples smiled at me
    Form circles with fingers.
I shook that tree as hard as I could
    Pretend to shake a tree.
Down came those apples.
And mmmmmmm, were they good!
    Rub tummy.
An entire Apple Theme is in the Rainbow Resource Room! 

The Cherry Tree

George Washington

by M. L. Weems
The legend of George Washington and the Cherry TreeWhen George was about six years old, he was made the wealthy master of a hatchet of which, like most little boys, he was extremely fond. He went about chopping everything that came his way.
One day, as he wandered about the garden amusing himself by hacking his mother's pea sticks, he found a beautiful, young English cherry tree, of which his father was most proud. He tried the edge of his hatchet on the trunk of the tree and barked it so that it died.
Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his favorite tree. He came into the house in great anger, and demanded to know who the mischievous person was who had cut away the bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it.
Just then George, with his little hatchet, came into the room.
"George,'' said his father, "do you know who has killed my beautiful little cherry tree yonder in the garden? I would not have taken five guineas for it!''
This was a hard question to answer, and for a moment George was staggered by it, but quickly recovering himself he cried:
"I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with my little hatchet.''
The anger died out of his father's face, and taking the boy tenderly in his arms, he said:
"My son, that you should not be afraid to tell the truth is more to me than a thousand trees! Yes - though they were blossomed with silver and had leaves of the purest gold!''



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