First days of spring. The first warmths are in the air, the days are getting longer and soon we will no longer be able to keep the children at home because they will want to play until the evening in the open air.
Spring is synonymous with slow rebirth, change and new flowering and for children it is a moment of discovery: the flowers, the birds, the green of the trees and the first uncovered arms.
From Gianni Rodari to Roberto Piumini, poets and singers have always celebrated the arrival of spring with gods verses.
Here is a roundup of famous poems and nursery rhymes to recite together with the children to celebrate the arrival of spring.
Spring nursery rhyme,
how late in the evening to come.
They saw her standing in a meadow
where the green has reappeared,
a perfume of violets in bloom
kept her a couple of hours,
he wasted time along the way
by a gaggia bush,
two children with a tin drum
they enchanted the distracted evening.
Now it’s late, I know it well:
but however the evening does not come
of Gianni Rodari
Spring nursery rhyme
the longer the day,
sweeter in the evening.
Maybe tomorrow in the grass
some violets will sprout.
Oh first fresh and new viola
blessed is the first who finds you,
your perfume will tell him,
spring has come, it’s here.
The other gentlemen don’t know
and still in winter they will believe,
maybe important people,
but their calendar is running late
of Gianni Rodari
When the earth
is young and fresh,
when the head
it’s full of party,
when the earth
when of grass
smell the wind,
when of mint
smells in the evening
of Roberto Piumini
When the voices of children are heard on the lawn
and you hear laughter on the hill
my heart, in here, is at peace
and everything around is peaceful.
«Children come home, the sun has gone down
and the dew of the night rises.
Come, stop playing and let’s go
until the morning returns in the sky. “
«No no, let us play, it’s still daytime
and we can’t go to sleep;
then in the sky the birds fly
and the hills are all full of sheep! ».
“Okay, keep playing while there is light
and then come to bed ».
Children jumped and shouted and laughed
and all the hills rang.
of William Blake
I am April
and I’m the kindest,
I make all the trees bloom,
I make all the birds sing,
I make young and old cheer
SONG OF MARCH
What a cloudy March night!
What a peaceful morning!
what a clean sky! what a glitz
of pearls! Each stem, a drop
who laughs: smile that shines
on long words.
The snakes have awakened
with the thunder that boomed first.
They darted, hearing the summer,
the green cicigne among the thyme;
they beat their tails on the silt
Still the girls have awakened,
but for a moment: snakes thought,
to that thunder; they dreamed of enchantment.
In a dream they threw their cloths to the fans.
In the arid bresche also the api
they woke up to the pops.
The vine groaned from the leaders,
the mulberries in the knuckles quivered.
At the flashes their eyes blinked
the first violets.
coming from the sea, the sad travel swallows.
But now, seeing tremble
its ray above every swamp,
chirp in their own language,
which is what it takes.
Yes, what it takes. Their
casine, some fall apart, some are already broken.
He wants to work on it, and firmer clay;
so that the garrulous offspring will be comfortable and warm
of Giovanni Pascoli
March: nu poco chiove
A little bit of water was born;
Go back to chiòvere, schiove,
Ride ‘o sole cu ll’acqua.
Mo nu heavenly sky,
My air was dark and black;
Mo d’o vierno ‘and storms,
Mo n’aria ‘and primmavera.
Wait for it to come out or sun:
Ncopp’o tturreno nfuso
Suspireno ‘and vviole …
of Salvatore Di Giacomo