Poems for Grades 1-3

Here are a few poems that can be memorised by children in Grades 1-3. In Grades 1 and 2, the teacher can also choose to add actions to the poems and recite it together as a part of circle time.

Just like This – D.A. Olney

The trees are waving to and fro,
Just like this; just like this;
Branches swaying high and low,
Just like this; just like this.

The waves are tossing up and down,
Just like this; just like this;
On the sand lies seaweed brown,
Just like this; just like this.

The birds are always on the wing,
Just like this; just like this;
Bees are humming in the ling,
Just like this; just like this.

The gnats are darting through the air,
Just like this; just like this;
Dragon-flies flit here and there,
Just like this; just like this.

Squirrels are racing up the trees,
Just like this; just like this;
Rabbits scurry o’er the leas,
Just like this; just like this.

Forest ponies frisk and prance,
Just like this; just like this;
Little children play and dance,
Just like this; just like this.

Red in Autumn – Elizabeth Gould

Tipperty-toes, the smallest elf,
Sat on a mushroom by himself,
Playing a little tinkling tune
Under the big round harvest moon;
And this is the song that Tipperty made
To sing to the little tune he played.

“Red are the hips, red are the haws,
Red and gold are the leaves that fall,
Red are the poppies in the corn,
Red berries on the rowan tall;
Red is the big round harvest moon,
And red are my new little dancing shoon. “


Who has Seen the Wind – Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

There are Big Waves – Eleanor Farjeon

There are big waves and little waves,
Green waves and blue,
Waves you can jump over,
Waves you dive thro’,
Waves that rise up
Like a great water wall,
Waves that swell softly
And don’t break at all,
Waves that can whisper,
Waves that can roar,
And tiny waves that run at you
Running on the shore.

Every time I climb a Tree – David McCord

Every time I climb a tree
Every time I climb a tree
Every time I climb a tree
I scrape a leg
Or skin a knee
And every time I climb a tree
I find some ants
Or dodge a bee
And get the ants
All over me.

And every time I climb a tree
Where have you been?
They say to me
But don’t they know that I am free
Every time I climb a tree?

I like it best
To spot a nest
That has an egg
Or maybe three.

And then I skin
The other leg
But every time I climb a tree
I see a lot of things to see
Swallows rooftops and TV
And all the fields and farms there be
Every time I climb a tree
Though climbing may be good for ants
It isn’t awfully good for pants
But still it’s pretty good for me
Every time I climb a tree.

The Eagle – Alfred Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

The Moon Rise – C.F. Ramuz

Thus at night, the moon doth rise
At first we see the two bright eye

They stop, they scan
They rise behind a wooded span

We glimpse then her tiny nose
She seems just a little morose

She rises then to show her mouth
We’d say her lips were in a pout

When she reveals herself at last
Her sudden laughter a spell doth cast.

A Fairy Went A – Marketing – Rose Fyleman

A FAIRY went a-marketing
She bought a little fish;
She put it in a crystal bowl
Upon a golden dish.
An hour she sat in wonderment
And watched its silver gleam,
And then she gently took it out
And slipped it in a stream.

A fairy went a-marketing
She bought a coloured bird;
It sang the sweetest, shrillest song
That ever she had heard.
She sat beside its painted cage
And listened half the day,
And then she opened wide the door
And let it fly away.

A fairy went a-marketing
She bought a winter gown
All stitched about with gossamer
And lined with thistledown.
She wore it all the afternoon
With prancing and delight,
Then gave it to a little frog
To keep him warm at night.

A fairy went a-marketing
She bought a gentle mouse
To take her tiny messages,
To keep her tiny house.
All day she kept its busy feet
Pit-patting to and fro,
And then she kissed its silken ears,
Thanked it, and let it go.

The Magic Piper – E.L. Marsh

There piped a piper in the wood
Strange music — soft and sweet —
And all the little wild things
Came hurrying to his feet.

They sat around him on the grass,
Enchanted, unafraid,
And listened, as with shining eyes
Sweet melodies he made.

The wood grew green, and flowers sprang up,
The birds began to sing;
For the music it was magic,
And the piper’s name was — Spring!

Block City- R.L. Stevenson

What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.

Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I’ll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.

This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!

If I were oh so very tall!

If I were oh so very tall
I’d walk among the trees
And stretch to reach the top most leaf
As easily as you please

If I were oh so very small
I’d hide myself away
And creep into a buttercup
To spend the summers day



Resources for teachers and parents:
1. The Book of 1000 poems – Published by Collins Educational
2. Verses & Poems and Stories to Tell (free PDF) : BookLibrary Manager | | eBooks | Verses and Poems & Stories to Tell – eBook (waldorflibrary.org)

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