Стихи про ветер на английском

Детские стихи про ветер на английском:

M. Goldish

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Feel the wind push!
Blow! Blow! Blow!
Where'd my hat go?

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C. Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you;
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I;
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

Jill Eggleton

Mr. Wind

Blows on the window
He tugs at the tree
He rattles on the door knob,
But he can't get me!


I see the wind when the leaves dance by,
I see the wind when the clothes wave "Hi!"
I see the wind when the trees bend low,
I see the wind when the flags all blow.
I see the wind when the kites fly high,
I see the wind when the clouds float by.
I see the wind when the it blows my hair,
I see the wind most everywhere.

The wind is pushing
Against the trees,
He'll take off your hat
Without asking you "please",
He rattles the windows
And puffs at a cloud,
Then scoots down the chimney
And laughs aloud.

The wind came out to play one day.
He swept the clouds out of his way.
He blew the leaves and away they flew.
The trees bent low and their branches did too!
The wind blew the great big ships at sea.
The wind blew my kite away from me.

The warm south wind is taking a nap.
Zip up your coat and put on your hat.
So Mr. North Wind won't nip at your toes,
Put on warm boots and warm winter clothes.
Put on your gloves to protect your fingers.
Now Mr. North Wind's cold won't linger.

Стихи про мартовский ветер на английском:

The wind is blowing softly.  
March is a windy time.  
the wind is blowing softly.  
The trees are keeping time.  
The wind is blowing harder.  
The trees are bending down.  
And now my hat has flown away.  
I'll chase it through the town.  

Never mind March, we know
When you blow
You're really not mad
Or angry or bad,
You're only blowing the winter away,
To get the world ready
For April and May.

Winds of March, we welcome you,
There is work for you to do.
Work and play and blow all day,
Blow the winter cold away.

March wind is a jolly fellow;
He likes to joke and play.
He turns umbrellas inside out
And blows men's hats away.
He calls the pussy willows
And whispers in each ear,
"Wake up you lazy little seeds;
Don't you know that spring is here?"