Spring Poems for Kids
Spring is a season full of magic, where flowers awaken, birds sing, and the world fills with color. It’s the perfect time to enjoy poetry! Through these poems, children can imagine, dream, and connect with the beauty that surrounds us in this wonderful season. Each verse is full of joy and simplicity, ideal for sparking their creativity and love for nature.
Join us in reading and enjoying these springtime poems!
Daffodils - by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could feel nothing but joy
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Spring - by Christina Rossetti
There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track,
God’s uttered visible speech
Who Has Seen the Wind? - by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Spring Song - by Lucy Larcom
The alder by the river
Shakes out her powdery curls;
The willow buds in silver
For little boys and girls.
The Little Plant - by Kate Louise Brown
In the heart of a seed,
Buried deep, so deep,
A tiny plant
Lay fast asleep.
“Wake,” said the sunshine,
“And creep to the light.”
“Wake,” said the voice
Of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard,
And it rose to see,
What the wonderful,
Outside world might be.
Spring Is Here - by William Arthur Ward
Spring is here,
Flowers blossom everywhere,
The air is warm,
And skies are fair.
Spring - by Robert Louis Stevenson
The air is blue and sweet,
The trees are full of flowers;
The days are long and fleet,
And busy are the hours.
The Crocus - by Harriet Beecher Stowe
Beneath the sunny April sky,
The crocus buds are swelling;
Bright yellow, blue, and purple cups
The windy March is quelling.
The Sun Is Up - by A.A. Milne
The sun is up, the sky is blue,
A million daisies in the dew,
And tiny fairies everywhere
Are laughing in the morning air.
The Swing - by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside.
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Over in the Meadow - by Olive A. Wadsworth
Over in the meadow,
In the sand in the sun,
Lived an old mother turtle
And her little turtle one.
“Dig,” said the mother;
“I dig,” said the one,
So he dug all day
In the sand in the sun.
Over in the meadow,
Where the stream runs blue,
Lived an old mother fish
And her little fishes two.
“Swim,” said the mother;
“We swim,” said the two,
So they swam and they leaped
Where the stream runs blue.
Over in the meadow,
In a hole in a tree,
Lived a mother bluebird
And her little birdies three.
“Sing,” said the mother;
“We sing,” said the three,
So they sang and were glad
In a hole in the tree.
Spring Rain - by Robert Louis Stevenson
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
