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Rhymes poetry songs... of autumn
The red tree
On the red tree, did you see
The black crow?
Did you hear it?
Clicking his beak, he said
that it's all over,
The ditches are cold
The earth is wet.
We won't laugh and hide anymore
In the good heat of wheat
The black crow said that
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ by the way,
In the red tree
Blood color.
Mr. Burnat Provins
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Coloring les? in red
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_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ les , in yellow
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ les capital letters in blue
In front of the clear fire
The flames of the clear fire
dance to who better
with their green caps
and yellow and red and blue.
Let's turn, let's turn around
around the laughing fire;
let's turn, let's turn around
of the beautiful flowered hearth.
H.Dubus
Autumn
It's raining
Yellow leaves;
It's raining
red leaves;
summer
go to sleep,
And the winter
Will come
On the tip
Of his frozen shoes.
Dead leaves
The leaves in the wind run like mad.
They would like to go where the birds fly.
But the wind picks them up and blocks the way.
They will die under the ponds tomorrow.
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ The Countess of Noaïlles
Crazy Autumn I am!
I'm turning,
_cc781905-5cde-3194-bb5cf-58d_bad Sale,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ I twirl,
Red, rust, I confuse,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ I lie, I fly, I fly,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Je ris, je fuis !
In her house
a big deer
looked out the window
a rabbit come to the door
and knock on his house
"-Deer, deer, open to me!
or the hunter will kill me.
- Rabbit, rabbit, come in and come
shake my hand! "
Storm
The rain wets me
The rain hits me.
His wet paw
Takes out his pins.
It's raining wind
And lightning.
A white zebra
Streaks the light.
The rain rusts
And breaks down.
His wet paw
Loses its pins [...]
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Quran Stone
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Poetry through the seasons
hedgehogs
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Where I go,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ No more slug,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Where we go,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ More snails:
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ This is the song
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ hedgehogs.
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Pierre Gamarra
little snail
carries on his back
his house
as soon as it rains
he feels happy
and pops his head
Pippin
And api apple
carpet red carpet
Pippin
And api apple
gray carpet rug
_cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-58d_Grenouille
FrogIfroghas
Froghasfrogoh
FrogohfrogWhere
FrogWherefrogwe
What is your name ?
- Tetard ! Hey ! it shows !
I looked at the red leaves,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b- 136bad5cf58d_They were falling
I looked at the yellow leaves,
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194- bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905- 5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b- 136bad5cf58d_They were flying
I watched the brown leaves as the wind blew
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The little brown
A little brown
Fall for no reason
On the big hat
Of a beautiful mushroom.
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Said the mushroom,
Here are some funny ways! »
The very embarrassed little brown stammers:
" Sorry sir,
But autumn has arrived.
In my pretty bug,
I couldn't stay!
Sorry sir,
But autumn has arrived! »
I met three snails
I met three snails
who were leaving with a satchel on their backs.
And in the meadow, three snails
who said their lesson by heart.
Then in a field four lizards
who were writing a long essay
Where can their school be located?
in the middle of wild oats?
And is the master this crow
that I see drawing up there
Beautiful letters on the board?
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Maurice Lent
the snail
Like an old freighter
Tracing its wake,
snail friend
Take a long trip.
Then when it's hot,
When everything dries up,
fellow snail,
Waiting for the cool,
Go back to his studio.
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_Pierre Gamarra
Les noisettes
Trois noisettes dans le bois
Tout au bout d'une brindille
Dansaient la capucine vivement au vent
En virant ainsi que des filles
de roi...
Un escargot vint à passer :
"Mon beau monsieur, emmenez-moi
Dans votre carrosse,
Je serai votre fiancée",
Disaient-elles toutes trois.
Mais le vieux sire, sourd et fatigué,
Le sire aux quatre cornes sous les feuilles
Ne s'est point arrêté,
Et c'est l'ogre de la forêt, je crois,
C'est le jeune ogre rouge, gourmand et futé,
Monseigneur l'Ecureuil,
Qui les a croquées.
Tristan KLINGSOR
_cc781905-5cde-3194-bb5cfb-58d_Villanelle
gold leaf,
a russet leaf,
a shiver of foam
under the north wind.
Four russet leaves
four gold leaves,
the sun falls asleep
in the soft mist.
Thousand red leaves
that the wind blows up.
thousand leaves of gold
under my dead trees.
Alain DEBROISE
small apple
small apple
At the edge of the meadow,
If I give you
A kick,
How far will you ride ?
Oh ! Please !
I am already
all rotten,
leave me there
At the edge of the meadow,
end my life
Under my apple tree !
Therese Baudet
Plic ploc (Eric Gautier)
Plic Plic Plic Plic
It's raining.
Plic Plic Plic Plic
It's raining,
It's raining on my umbrella.
And I am safe.
Flic flac, flic flac
Puddles.
Flic flac, flic flac
puddles,
where I jump with both feet,
Just for fun.
Click clack click clack
Slaps.
Click clack click clack
slaps,
That mom will give me
If I have both feet wet.
plic plic plic plic
It's raining.
Plic Plic Plic Plic
It's raining...
Snail song
At the funeral of a dead leaf
Two snails are leaving...
They have the black shell,
Crepe around the horns.
They go away in the dark
A beautiful autumn evening.
Alas! When they arrive
It's already spring.
The leaves that were dead
are all resurrected,
And the two snails
Are very disappointed.
_cc781905-5cde-3194 -bb3b-136bad5cf58d_ Jacques Prévert
Monsieur l'escargot s'endort
(fermer un poing)
quand il fait très beau dehors.
Mais si un nuage passe
(faire passer l'autre poing fermé au dessus)
Un nuage qui fait la pluie
(pianoter des 5 doigts)
Petit escargot
sort une corne d'abord
(déplier l'index)
Puis une autre encore.
(déplier l'auriculaire)
Poems to listen to...
Autumn song
The long sobs
Violins
Of autumn
hurt my heart
With a languor
Monotone.
All suffocating
And pale, when
Strikes the hour,
I remember
old days
And I cry,
And I'm leaving
In the bad wind
who takes me away
Here, beyond,
Same as
Dead leaf.
VERLAINE
Saturnian Poems
Autumn
At any other season I prefer autumn;
And I prefer trees full of nests to songs
The confused and monotonous lamentation
What makes the golden harp of the great yellow oaks.
I prefer to lawns strewn with daisies
Where the spring shone its lively silver bells,
The deserted clearing where, sad and discreet,
The dead leaves make their soft, plaintive sound.
No more harvest in the fields, no more hay in the valleys;
But the future rye laughs on the brown furrows,
And the willow leaning its desolate branches
Serves as a nocturnal perch for the poor chicks.
And from the stream covered by the alders
To the heights where only the gorse has flowers,
The winter foliage which is staged in zones
Double the song of the nests of the hymn of colors.
And the apple trees are beautiful, bent under their pink fruits,
And the beautiful bloody vines marbled with black grapes,
But more beautiful collapsing under their open tongues,
The chestnut trees dressed in evening purple.
F.FABIE
Autumn
Hi ! woods crowned with a remnant of greenery!
Yellowing leaves on scattered lawns!
Hi, last nice days ! the mourning of nature
Suits pain and pleases my eyes!
I dreamily follow the lonely path,
I like to see again, for the last time,
This fading sun, whose dim light
Barely pierces the darkness of the woods at my feet!
Yes, in these autumn days when nature expires,
In her veiled glances, I find more attractions;
It's a friend's farewell, it's the last smile
Lips that death will close forever!
So, ready to leave the horizon of life,
Weeping for my long days, the vanished hope,
I turn around again, and with a look of envy
I contemplate his goods which I have not enjoyed.
Earth, sun, valleys, beautiful and gentle nature,
I owe you a tear at the edge of my tomb!
The air is so fragrant! the light is so pure!
To the gaze of a dying man the sun is so beautiful!
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The flower falls delivering its perfumes to the zephyr,
To vie, to the sun, these are his farewells:
Me, I die; and my soul, as it expires,
Exhales like a sad and melodious sound.
LAMARTIN
The beautiful fruits
Here are the black grape and the amber grape,
The apple with changing tones, the good and beautiful pear,
The sweet Reine-Claude with the mirabelle plum,
Blushing peach and golden apricot.
Their penetrating perfume fills the whole room;
And, when the golden wasp attracted by the amber fruits
Look out for blond plum or vermeil muscat,
With a white linen the good housewife
Hide from the marauder and defend from the sun
The tasty treasure that adorns the shelf.
Henri CHANTAVOINE
October Rondel
October ocellated with gold spreads like a peacock
Its red streaming with emerald shivers,
And the leaves turn to the sky, following the mode
Mysterious and sweet pan flute.
The beech is like a cry of splendour! He suspends
Fire on the path tinged with ocher and iodine:
October ocellated with gold spreads like a peacock
Its red runoff with emerald shivers.
And in the deep park, where still floats a pan
Of vine-vine to the wind which comes, murmurs and prowls,
Towards the distances that the rich wood embroiders
A lavish carpet of jewels spreads
May gold-spotted October spread out like a peacock.
Raymond CORTAT
Gold ! Gold !
My trees are golden, tonight at the end of November,
In coral, topaz, chrome, ochre, amber...
But gold dominates their glorified branches.
Who will make more gold, they challenged each other,
The hard-hearted oaks, the smooth-flanked beeches,
And the puny bushes run up, in the lists,
With shavings of gold in their palms.
And the wild vine with feminine shivers
Said to me: "I do it too! - I do it too" said the fern
Raising her light guipure hennin.
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I accept this pure gold you offer me tonight
O my trees mournful to see winter appear!
And I gladly take a leaf from this beech,
And, rich in her, with this treasure in my hand,
I candidly want to continue on my way,
My rough path where an uncertain star trembles...
Jean RAMEAU
(The high lyre - Albin Michel)
for GS or CP you can simplify the text as above in red
The secret
On the way near the wood
I found quite a treasure:
A nutshell,
A golden grasshopper,
A rainbow that was dead.
I didn't say anything to anyone
In my hand I took them
And I held it shut
Closed up to strangle
Monday to Saturday.
On Sunday I reopened it
But there was nothing!
And I told the dog
Lying in his green niche
How I was sad
He said to me without barking:
"Tonight you will dream!"
At night it was so dark
That I believed in a story
And all was lost.
But suddenly I saw
A ship in the sky
Dragged by a grasshopper
On rainbow waves!
René de Obaldia
Lullaby
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The blackbird drinks
so gently,
It's barely
If we hear it.
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