Preschool is a child's first experience of independent living, a world of new friends and discoveries. Here, children learn to share, care for each other, play, and explore the world around them. Poems about preschool are fond memories of carefree days, beloved teachers, and fun adventures. They remind us of the importance of childhood and how quickly our children grow. These lines are dedicated to the smallest and most important people in our lives.<\/p>\n
\nThe sun is shining through the window, It's time for us to get ready for kindergarten. Mom has been by our side for a long time, And we don't want to part. But toys and books await, And new friends and laughter. Together, it's fun, without any hardships, Kindergarten is the best home for everyone!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nOur favorite kindergarten<\/h2>\n
\nThe kindergarten is bright and clean, Friends are always waiting for us here. Every day is so radiant, It's a joy to play, knowing. We draw and sing, Sculpt, build and play. We go to wonderful fairy tales, And learn about the world around us. The teacher will help us, Tell us everything and teach us. Our kindergarten is a reliable guardian, And surrounds everyone with care.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPorridge for breakfast<\/h2>\n
\nFor breakfast, delicious porridge, with milk and butter. I eat it without waving, to be completely strong. After porridge, it's straight to games, running, jumping, and laughing. In kindergarten, there's no such thing as sadness, anger, or being offended right away.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nCubes<\/h2>\n
\nColored blocks in a row, We'll build a high tower. We'll build one after another, And we won't conquer each other. It's fun to play together, Blocks are my friends. You can build and dream, In a world of fairy tales and love. And then everything will fall apart, And we'll start again from scratch. Laughter will spread throughout the group, Joy will sparkle in the heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWalk<\/h2>\n
\nWe went out for a walk, the sun was shining brightly and clearly. We ran, played, jumped, and together we had fun and were having a great time. In the kindergarten there was a slide and swings, we rode and laughed. The wind quietly whispered the leaves, we didn't say goodbye to nature.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nQuiet hour<\/h2>\n
\nIt's nap time in the kindergarten, all the children are going to bed. Colorful dreams come to us, like in a fairy tale. We close our eyes tightly, and fall asleep without a care. We dream of a river, a meadow, and magical flowers. Sleep peacefully, my friend, rest and gain strength. So that you can jump back into the kindergarten and fill the group with laughter.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSculpting<\/h2>\n
\nToday we'll be making animals out of plasticine. A bunny, a bear, and horses. And we won't be sad. Everyone sculpts themselves, skillfully, and miracles emerge. It's always so much fun in kindergarten, and there are beautiful voices.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMusic<\/h2>\n
\nMusic sounds all around, We sing and dance together. Every clap, every sound, Fills the heart. We play the tambourine, And the spoons, and the pipe. It's always spring in the garden, And smiles on the pillow. Happy notes fly, Bringing joy to everyone around. Music calls you to play, And not know sadness, friend.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nNew friends<\/h2>\n
\nI made friends in kindergarten with a girl named Masha and Vanya. We always have fun together, and play until dawn. We share our toys and secrets. We build castles together and dream of wonderful things.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDrawing<\/h2>\n
\nPaints, brushes, paper, we paint the world around us. Sun, rain, clouds, and a cheerful children's meadow. Everyone chooses a color and creates their own picture. In the kindergarten, there is always dawn, and the pinnacle of fantasy. We paint mom, dad, and our beloved kindergarten. In bright colors, like in a fairy tale, our world becomes sweet.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEducator<\/h2>\n
\nOur teacher is a kind friend, He always cares for us. He will help if sadness suddenly comes to our hearts. He reads us fairy tales, And teaches us kindness and knowledge. We have no fear in kindergarten, With him we are full of desires.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEvening in the garden<\/h2>\n
\nThe day in the garden passed in a flash, We played, sang, and danced. Mom will come for me soon, And take me home. We say goodbye to our friends, And to our beloved garden. Until tomorrow, dear children, Together we will be a reward. The garden is always warm, And cozy, and calm. We are very lucky here, And it is always good here.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nToys<\/h2>\n
\nDolls, teddy bears, and cars live with me in kindergarten. It's fun with them, and pictures come to life before you. We play, we create, toys are best friends. Together we always shine, filled with joy and happiness.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nIt's time for lunch<\/h2>\n
\nThere's lunch on the table, soup, potatoes, and a cutlet. We're eating like the sun, and all the kids are happy. After the meal, there's silence. We need to gather our strength again. So that once again, like a wave, we can play games merrily.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nGoodbye, kindergarten!<\/h2>\n
\nFarewell, my dear little garden, Until we meet again, until new days! We will remember how we loved, Your wonderful and kind world. We will wait impatiently, When we come here again. And fill our hearts with singing, And joy for all the years.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Preschool is a child's first experience of independent living, a world of new friends and discoveries. Here, children learn to share, care, and<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":173760,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions\/173760"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}