Alisha Dolberry September Author- Lenore Hetrick Title- September is Here School bells ringing in the morning, Little girls in fresh print gowns. Little boys playing together Some acting like wild circus clowns. From the trees the red leaves falling, Wild geese flying overhead, The squirrels hiding countless nuts In their secret, wintry bed. All these signs point just one way. Their meaning to the world is clear. September, first month of autumn, Once again is reigning here.
Jaelynn Sis September By: Lisa Mullarkey (Teachers Pay Teachers)
September is the month When summer turns to fall. Vacation time is over, It’s back to school for all. So even though I’m sad, How fast the summer ends. I’m really glad I have the chance To meet and make new friends.
People work. People play. That's why we have Labor day. Plumbers, bakers, painters, vets, Fisherman with giant nets. Firefighters, engineers, Barbers snipping with their shears. Teachers, waiters, nurses, cooks, Authors writing thrilling books. Carpenters an deputies. People who take care of bees. No matter what it is you do. There's one thing that's always true. Every worker needs rest. I hope your Labor Day's the best!
September, September the first month of fall, It’s the first month of school and football. September has the holiday Labor Day, And in those fall leaves we love to play! You might need to wear your favorite sweater, With all this changing weather! Eating apples and sipping cider, Our smiles can’t get any wider. Welcome September, Welcome!
“Come, little leaves,” Said the wind one day, “Come to the meadows With me and play; Put on your dresses Of red and gold, For summer is past, And the days, grow cold.”
Soon as the leaves Heard the wind’s loud call, Down they came fluttering, One and all. Over the meadows The dances and flew, All singing the soft Little songs they knew.
Each little elf took a paint pot. Oh, but the paint was bright! They painted the leaves fine colors. They painted all day and night. September smiled when she saw them. "What a help you are!" she said. Each little elf was so pleased Their faces turned bright red!
Alisha Dolberry
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Author- Lenore Hetrick
Title- September is Here
School bells ringing in the morning,
Little girls in fresh print gowns.
Little boys playing together
Some acting like wild circus clowns.
From the trees the red leaves falling,
Wild geese flying overhead,
The squirrels hiding countless nuts
In their secret, wintry bed.
All these signs point just one way.
Their meaning to the world is clear.
September, first month of autumn,
Once again is reigning here.
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By: Lisa Mullarkey (Teachers Pay Teachers)
September is the month
When summer turns to fall.
Vacation time is over,
It’s back to school for all.
So even though I’m sad,
How fast the summer ends.
I’m really glad I have the chance
To meet and make new friends.
Labor Day
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People work. People play.
That's why we have Labor day.
Plumbers, bakers, painters, vets,
Fisherman with giant nets.
Firefighters, engineers,
Barbers snipping with their shears.
Teachers, waiters, nurses, cooks,
Authors writing thrilling books.
Carpenters an deputies.
People who take care of bees.
No matter what it is you do.
There's one thing that's always true.
Every worker needs rest.
I hope your Labor Day's the best!
Keshia Williams
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by Sara C. Tate
September, September the first month of fall,
It’s the first month of school and football.
September has the holiday Labor Day,
And in those fall leaves we love to play!
You might need to wear your favorite sweater,
With all this changing weather!
Eating apples and sipping cider,
Our smiles can’t get any wider.
Welcome September, Welcome!
“Come, Little Leaves” by George Cooper
ReplyDelete“Come, little leaves,”
Said the wind one day,
“Come to the meadows
With me and play;
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold,
For summer is past,
And the days, grow cold.”
Soon as the leaves
Heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering,
One and all.
Over the meadows
The dances and flew,
All singing the soft
Little songs they knew.
September Elves
ReplyDeleteBy: Lenore Hetrick
Each little elf took a paint pot.
Oh, but the paint was bright!
They painted the leaves fine colors.
They painted all day and night.
September smiled when she saw them.
"What a help you are!" she said.
Each little elf was so pleased
Their faces turned bright red!
April Davis
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By: Alissa Manning-Telisak
Leaves are falling on my
head,
They're coming down like
rain.
Falling leaves are oh-so-
pretty,
But raking them can be a
pain.
Leaves are falling
everywhere,
It can be seen for miles.
Grown-ups are busy
raking leaves,
While kids are jumping in
the piles!