7 Winter Poems to Read to Your Children at Bed Time

If you're still not sure how to introduce your children to poetry then its time for you try bed time. Here are a few short poems to give a try this week. Ask your children what the poem means to them. Ask them how the poem makes them feel. Ask if they like the poem or not. Remember, you can share your thoughts too. If your children are not ready to start sharing their thoughts then

go ahead and share what you think the poem means. This may prompt them to interject. Below you will find 7 poems to share with your children. Leave it for the last thing you do with them and they will ponder it as they lay in bed. If you have any new thoughts on any of the poems make sure to share your thoughts in the morning. Share your experience in the FB group for others to see.

Winter by Louisa May Alcott

The stormy winter's come at last, With snow and rain and bitter blast; Ponds and brooks are frozen o'er, We cannot sail there any more. The little birds are flown away To warmer climes than ours; They'll come no more till gentle May Calls them back with flowers. Oh, then the darling birds will sing From their neat nests in the trees. All creatures wake to welcome Spring, And flowers dance in the breeze. With patience wait till winter is o'er, And all lovely things return; Of every season try the more Some knowledge or virtue to learn.

Listen to it HERE

A Chubby Little Snowman by Anonymous

A chubby little snowman

Had a carrot nose.

Along came a bunny,

And what do you suppose?

That hungry little bunny

Looking for some lunch,

Grabbed that snowman’s nose,

Nibble, nibble, crunch!

Learn the poem with hand actions HERE

Gingerbread by Louisa May Alcott

"Gingerbread, Go to the head. Your task is done; A soul is won. Take it and go Where muffins grow, Where sweet loaves rise To the very skies, And biscuits fair Perfume the air. Away, away! Make no delay; In the sea of flour Plunge this hour. Safe in your breast Let the yeast-cake rest, Till you rise in joy, A white bread boy!"

Listen to the poem HERE

Snow-flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

Over the harvest-fields forsaken,

Silent, and soft, and slow

Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take

Suddenly shape in some divine expression,

Even as the troubled heart doth make

In the white countenance confession,

The troubled sky reveals

The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,

Slowly in silent syllables recorded;

This is the secret of despair,

Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,

Now whispered and revealed

To wood and field.

Listen to the poem HERE

Christmas in Australia by Victor James Daley